50 Shades of a Pink Mustache

Chapter 4: Lost Without You

                 "Days have gone by and it's all felt like a dream. Like one day, I woke up and she was there. And as soon as I closed my eyes, she was gone. I let her slip through my hands. Am I too much of a man to admit these things to her? No...I am simply not a man...For I am too afraid. I was too afraid. And she's gone. Forever. Oh, what an idiot I am! Here I lay wasted, broken and empty. There's nothing more for me to do. My job slipped soon afterwards because I couldn't take it anymore. That empty filming room without her. The feeling of her soft smile echoed into me every time I stared at it. The epitome of what I was lies in that room. And I dare not look into it again. So what more do you want from me? From these reporter's hands? All I can do now is try to numb this God-awful pain. I will forget. I will forget it all. Start again. No matter how broken I am inside..."

(4 months later.)

(A/N: The rest of this chapter will be told from Wilford's point of view.)

I continued to forget my memories and try to be my normal self. Then one day everything changed for the worst...

A day I was with a married woman, everything collapsed in front of me. Her husband came into the room, in a state of panic I pulled out a gun and shot him. Everything else became a hesitant blur. The next thing I knew, I was running out of the house. It caught on fire, and the smoke filled my lungs. I took refuge in a nearby building. Soon after I left the building and began to hide away from the world. Little did I know the devastating toll that incident did on the world.

Just after a month, the cops had already discovered I was the culprit. Was it that easy to see that it was me? I didn't understand, but I didn't care anymore. My life was crumbling. Everything I had done was it all for nothing? My reporting days are over. Who I am, is over.

My mind is burning. My soul and heart have only become wasted. I threw all I knew out and lived a life that no one deserves to live. Wilford Warfstache, ex-journalist turned into a man forced to hide in his own shadow. Why did I go with the woman in the first place? To replace a feeling I hardly understood? Nothing makes sense. So I'll just leave myself to die. Slowly, the pain washes over me. It is my only comfort. There's something in my brain, it's hurting me. I am Wilford Warfstache, and I don't take no...Well, you know the rest. Then why does this torment me? Crazy isn't it? Everything was dark and lonely until that day. When it just got worse.

In my hideout, I had one small TV, from where I could keep up with the world. One day, I turned it on a channel and I saw her, prettier than ever.

"And that's all for now, I'm Michelle and this is channel 6 news." Her face smiled across the screen, making its way to my heart. So that's what happened to her. All this time. She moved on. And she became what she always wanted, a news reporter. A great one, too. It hurt every time I watched her. Had she forgotten about me or did she remember everything about me?

Soon later, she did a news story about...Me.

"Wilford Warfstache, monster or misunderstood? He is known to have killed three people, a dog, and allegedly a baby. He then burned down the house after he committed these acts. No one knows of his whereabouts but the police have told us, they are currently working on the case and they should find him sometime soon." Her voice trailed off. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when she spoke my name like that. As if she said it to me not at me. But she couldn't have known that I watched her, did she?

A couple days went by then I heard a knock at the door. The building is supposed to be abandoned and unknown to most. I didn't move when I heard the noise. The sound of footsteps. Did the cops already find me? How could they find my location? Then the sound grew louder, and I heard a voice say, "I know you're here, and I'm not going to hurt you, Wilford." That voice. Was it...? Could it be?

"Is...Is it you? Really and truly?" I spoke, standing up, going towards the voice. I left the little room and saw her standing there. She was so much better in person. So much more.

"Wilford, what are you doing here?" She looked at me.

I blinked, trying to believe that she was even here, "H-how did you know I was here...?"

She sighed, "Does it really matter now? What have you done?"

"M-Michelle," I spoke, reaching out a hand to her, "I've missed you. Nothing has been the same without you."

"Shut up, and answer me!" She growled and slapped my hand away.

I blinked, looking at her, "I-I...Hid away from the world. They see me as a monster, don't they?"

She crossed her arms, looking away from me, "You are. You killed three people!"

I shook my head, "No! It wasn't my fault. It was a state of panic. I don't know what happened, okay?!"

She scoffed, "Oh, it was an accident, was it?" She then went over to me, "Those things don't happen on accident. I can't believe I even worked with you. I never knew you could be like this. I can't believe I thought I even liked you." Her voice trailed off, she frowned, and looked away again.

I tilted my head, going to her, "You...You liked me?"

"Yes, yes, Wilford. I did. And then I found out the horrible thing you did. I mean, how could you? What kind of thing made you do something like that?"

I looked at her, going towards her, "I lost you."

She looked at me, "What are you saying?"

I sighed and grabbed her hands, "I don't know why but you've brought the best out of me, and no one I've ever met has done that. I see the world differently when I'm with you. And when you were gone, I felt like I could never be happy ever again. Why would they take you away from me?" I brushed my hand across her face. I almost cried.

She then pulled away from me, "No. It's too late for that. Look what you've done, Wilford! How could I accept you when you've done something like this?"

"It was an accident! You have to believe me." I frowned, pleading.

She shook her head, "They're still coming for you. Soon. They think you live in the storage building by the airport. I don't know why."

I blinked and tilted my head, "So you tell me this why?"

"So you can do something. Leave, run, or stay. No matter what you're going to get caught. Wilford, I never want to see you again. And to think at one point I loved you. I saw you the day you left AFC. I was there, Wilford. And I saw how you changed, that something was wrong with you. Then you do something like that. How can I forgive you? You're dangerous, Wilford..."

I frowned, taking a step back, "I thought you loved dangerous."

She shook her head once more, "Not like this." She looked at me, then turned, starting to leave.

Without another word, I watched her as she left. What was I to do now? She had given me something no one else had before, and now she broke me even more. Wilford Warfstache don't take no sh*t from nobody...Except her. There's only one thing for me to do now...

Give in.