Putting the Dog to Sleep// the antlers

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I would've forgiven him if he hadn't constantly asked if he was going to die alone.

What he had done was not entirely unforgivable, but basically left my trust in him like a sick dog with a broken leg. As he continued to chip at the bone with the constant idiotic questions, I thought more and more about just putting the dog to sleep.

While he continued to ask, I thought more and more on how I could answer the seemingly ridiculous question.

Lying directly to his face did not make me a good person. No, it made me almost like him, making him beleive that he was forgiven, when he was not. But, with his twisted perception of reality, he did not realize that the false sense of trust was slowly dying on a small table as if it's life meant nothing and a broken leg made him absolutely useless. I couldn't tell him that it did, in fact, make him completely useless.

I was like a child who didn't have any perception of life. I would always beleive that the dog (my trust in him) would live along side me for the rest of my life. That just doesn't happen, but I had no experience with having the trust in my hands that I ruined it. I had no way of stopping the dog from becoming weak and old.

So as the question left his mouth once again, I had no way of stopping the annoyance from making me say things that I did not, in fact, regret.

"I can't prove anything to you." I snapped, not thinking of how emotionally crippling it must be to him, the shock showing on his face quickly evolving into a sorrow. "I can't prove that will die alone. I can't even- my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg." The words continued to pour out of my mouth. He breathed in sharply and he was hurt to the point that I would never be able to heal him.

"So you're putting the dog to sleep, then?" His voice cracked as he spoke. I realized then that I didn't want to kill the dog. A simple broken leg wouldn't stop it from loving me like he did. He wasn't going to stop loving me like the loyal companion he was. Kicking him off the bed would do nothing, for when I kicked him I was kicking myself in the head, changing my perception towards him. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't right when he lied, just like when I lied I was just afraid of him leaving or hurting himself or even worse. I couldn't imagine a life without him.

"I would never be able to do that. Fuck." I sobbed.

Maybe the bone would heal crooked and weaker than the other legs, but I couldn't leave it when it needed me. I wasn't like that. He wasn't like that.

A bit of alcohol could affect you and make you stupid. You do stupid things without thinging about the consequences of your actions until the high wears off. The battle in my head suddenly disappeared and I could see clearly without the fog of anger blocking my vision.

He still loved me, the constant questions prooving that he just wanted me to know that he cared what I thought about him.

He didn't beg for my forgiveness like someone else would do, he just put his head down in shame. He didn't want it, I didn't want to forgive him, but I did. I still cared, and so did he.

But now, even though a small part of me didn't want to, the majority of my brain was screaming for me to just hold him, kiss him, tell him that I still wanted him here. He wasn't going to die alone, at least not while I'm still here.

So, without the fog covering what I normally saw and making it make me feel so angry towards him, I listened to my subconscious.

I have always listened to my subconscious, and this time, I didn't have to think about it.
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BECAUSE WHY NOT OPEN WITH A BAND YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD OF
It's indie rock so if you don't like it don't fucking listen to indie rock.
Sorry for freaking out lol im dying
So I'm trying to decide what song to do next. Face down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Judith by a Perfect Circle, or I'm not Okay(I promise) by MCR. One of them, though.
Look I don't understand my taste in music. I'm not going to do popular songs because I don't write to be famous. That's why I don't control my fucking writing! :)
Haha im funny

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