August locked the door behind him. He slumped and his knees folded, spilling him onto the floor. He should have never come back here. He should have made Keegan take him with him. It was irrational, it was insane, yet August could not help but hate himself for not putting up a fight. He’d been so sure he wouldn’t have survived and coming back here was the only option. A place where there were lights, running water, warmth, food right down the street in a store. But without Keegan there was only darkness, the water was bitter, the warmth suffocating, the food tasteless.
Life simply had no meaning.