8 AM, Saturday
Yesterday, a knot of worry had tightened in my stomach when class ended and I couldn't find Macaron outside. He was nowhere in his usual spots, and a cold dread began to creep in. I hurried back to my room, my heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. Luckily, he was there, sprawled on my bed. He must have sensed something was seriously wrong with himself and returned home.
I found him lying still, unnervingly so. It was almost as if he were dead. Panic flared as I quickly checked his pulse, pressing my fingers against his neck. Thankfully, I could still feel the faint, steady beat of his heart. 'It's probably because of the update,' I reasoned, trying to quell the rising fear.
I sat in front of him, carefully checking if he's still breathing while looking at the hologram infront of me.
I sat in front of him, my gaze fixed on his unmoving form, carefully checking for the shallow rise and fall of his chest to confirm he was still breathing.
