The Cooling of The Fire and The Melting of The Ice

1. Baggage

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Augustine and Winnie. Best of friends, inseparable, always found clinging to each other's sides. Quite literally two peas in a pod, always together. Usually, in the past, those thoughts would make Augustine feel at peace, or even happy at some points in his life, knowing he had a friend he could always turn to and rely on. He never had to worry about new situations if he knew that one familiar face would always be there. Except now the thought of that face- his face being anywhere near him, it made him sick to his stomach.

Winnie was someone he trusted.

Augustine felt a wave of nausea hit. It was full of that type of overwhelming emotion that made one want to vomit, or scream or cry and lash out. Augustine's stomach was twisting tighter and tighter the more he thought about it. Winnie had been replacing him- slowly but surely, the boy was covering Augustine with his shadow, taking his awards, his close friends, his crushes- his own college admission. Who does that?!

Augustine swallowed thickly, his mouth feeling painfully dry. Glancing around Winnie's room, it was filled with the disorienting figures of himself.. It all just made sense, how Winnie was using him. To him, Augustine was just a toy he could take off the shelf when he needed him and put him right back on it to collect dust once he was done. Sickening, how could he have ever trusted him? In the past, Augustine would've laid down his life for Winnie. and it seemed to him now that that is what he intended all along.

The lighter- Augustine had managed to find the lighter. At least he got something out of this mess. He breathed in sharply, the pang of the freezing air burning his lungs. He couldn't help but recall the memory of the sight of cigarettes in Winnie's car, the anger that surged under Augustine's skin- Winnie never intended to listen to him at all! He was nothing but a pest to him, nothing but baggage- pure and utter trash to Winnie. He couldn't believe he considered him his best friend, and let him take over his life.

Breathing out a puff of cold smoke, he stuffed the lighter into the pocket of his winter jacket. He couldn't even fathom going back up to where Winnie had dropped him, Maybe he thought he managed to kill me. Augustine thought, brow furrowing as he looked around the disorientating room. ...maybe I'll die before I'll even see his face again. Especially knowing that that creature was also lurking down here.

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He messed up.

He seriously messed up.

Winnie slowly stood up from a small pile of snow he fell onto when falling into the hole that Augustine was previously just dropped into.

After originally staring down it for what felt like hours after as he was frozen in pure shock, he decided to follow him down. He wasn't sure if Augustine died or- if he was just hurt. He hoped it was just the latter, he hoped that more than anything. It ate at him that at the same time thinking that Augustine might've thought he meant to drop him, because he didn't, never in a million years would he even think of doing such a thing. No- he shouldn't be thinking so pessimistically, especially in a situation like this. He was the optimistic one, and even now he had to keep that up.

Because Augustine wouldn't think of him like that, would he?

Winnie ruffled his hair and dusted the snow off of him before his eyes began to focus forward. He looked to be in a small clearing of snow, definitely not something he'd expect under a frozen lake of all things. He walked forward though either way, determined. Though his vision was rather limited, the cold along with the still free falling snow making it almost impossible to clearly see what was in front of him.