Don't Get Away From Me

78|Blueberries I

[Edgar's pov]

There was no joke when I said time flies. It was suddenly September.

"Dammit..." I blinked a few more times to stay awake as I finally got up after a few snooze buttons of my alarm clock. It still was either blinding sun or soaking rain, no between. It took me a moment to remember that I was still keeping the little pup with me. Blueberries has left me weary for days. I didn't see the boy at all. I'm getting worried, what if he never picked it up every again? Did I just get myself with the infinite responsibilities of a broken-hearted life?

It simply scared me, knowing that I was a horrible care taker. And I hadn't been having enough time and energy to take Colette on a date or do anything together. And funny thing is that she didn't come to find me either.

I had to find a way, to make myself less stuffed with time, and get a real home for Blueberries.

People always say "go strong by starting strong." But well, guess I'm just the opposite. Too fast how time passed by, leaving me still pacing back and fourth in the early of the year. Crazy how it's been almost a year since I got the job, with my whole life got shattered and healed.

The start of the month, maybe I'll wear something different.

Never mind.

Grabbing the same black outfits, I quickly had an egg toast as breakfast and checked my time. 6:58 am. Maybe I could plan on-

-and I heard that whine again. I turned around, looking at Blueberries walking to me, muzzy and tired. Sighing, I squatted down and patted him on the head gently. His fur was soft like marshmallows. "You don't have to wake up this early, y'know...Want some food?" He swung his tail and jumped multiple times. At least I get time, I guess.

I spent 10 minutes cooking and time was getting less. "So...bacons, chicken, and water. Hope that's enough." I thought out loud while putting the food into a plastic plate for Blueberries to eat. He was undeniably gentle, shy, and very passive. Watching a pet eating is therapeutic, and I liked it. But it does not mean I'm going to take care of this small soul for the rest of its life. I wouldn't be a good father.

Quietly, I got all my things in a backpack and ready to leave for work. When I opened the door, Blueberries rushed towards my leg and bumped into it that I almost lose my balance. "Whoa whoa..Uhm, wanna come along?" I lifted an eyebrow and watched him happily spun around me.

"Fine. It won't be a good idea for you to stay at home and tear my pillow and blankets anyway."

Blueberries wasn't very eager for walking. He liked staying in my backpack and only showed his head to see the path, which low key annoyed me because I had to wear my backpack on my chest form now on until a new master is found.

Very much uneasily, we got to the gift shop. The door was unlocked. Walking inside, Colette immediately turned her head and smiled at me, "G'morning Mr. Scarfman!"

I laughed a bit, "Stop that. And um, good morning Cole."

"Good morning to you too, Blueberries!" She came forwards and unzipped more of my backpack so that she could take Blueberries out. He licked her face excitedly. "Awwww I love you too you little angel." She giggled, with eyes glittering with love. I feel like she'll make a good mother. And perhaps-

Anyway, it was almost 8 o'clock. Blueberries stayed on the counter and always distracting me for pats and attention, which I didn't give much except for one particular person. It felt good though, being seen importation and reliable, and risky.

The shop, once again, opened. The first hour was always filled with nothing. All I could do was just sit down and wait for them to pass. It's easier to kill time when Blueberries was here, but the thought of finding a good owner still gives me a headache. How long is it gonna take? Frustrating indeed. So I decided to just live in this moment.