"Noooooooo!" Augustine screamed, yanking Charles's body in desperation, trying to shake him back to life.
But Charles didn't move. He remained limp unresponsive.
Augustine's breath caught in his throat as a cold chill surged down his spine.
It felt as though time itself had stopped, the world around him frozen in a cruel, silent pause.
Seconds later, Augustine flutter his eyelashes as he yank Charles body in a tender manner.
"Pookie… Pookie, don't do this to me. You… you can't do this to me," Augustine sobbed, his voice breaking with each desperate word as he cradled Charles against his chest.
His tears soaked into Charles's shirt, his trembling hands refusing to let go.
Freda remained frozen, her wide, horrified eyes locked on Charles's lifeless form.
Her lips parted, but no words came. Her voice had abandoned her.
Reginald, though focused on the road, was visibly panicking.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.
