*finds August near a dark alleyway. August waves. I look around quickly, spot a police officer and nod. He returns the nods and smiles as he passes me by. I push August into the trash littering the alleyway as soon as the officer rounds a corner, out of sight. As August attempts to lift itself from the the debris and with a look of confusion from the sudden betrayal, I begin pummeling it with my fists. Soon, I cannot tell whose blood is on my knuckles; August's or my own, seeping from the cuts formed on my hands from the ferocity of the savaging. August quickly becomes a pulpy, callous of its former self as my blows slow from exhaustion. August wheezes in pain, eyes permanently winking at me from swelling yet I can still make out the horror and confusion in them.* F*** you August. F*** you. *I back away, not feeling any better about the situation*