by mistwolf3 » Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:38 am
Dark Eyes:I don't know why I saved her. I didn't want to raise a puppy. I wanted nothing to do with her. I can barely take cre of myself right now, let alone look after something so high-maintenance as a puppy. Laying here beside her, I know I don't want anything to do with her. I could get up, right now, and leave. I could get away from here. I'd never have to see her again, and she'd never have to know me. She'd grow up and forget about the one who'd saved her life. She'd never have to know. I'd never feel guilty. I'd just keep living my life. Besides, I'd saved her life- wasn't that enough? But as I lay here, I can't seem to make my legs move, can't seem to make myself get up. I just lay here, watching her sleep softly. And suddenly, instead of running off like I kep telling myself to, I lean over and lick the top of her head. She whimpers in her sleep and curls closer to me, and then I know I have to stay. I can't leave her. And I know why: for once in my life I'm going to do something right for a change.
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