My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 64- oh, well hi there.

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2016 words

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He left to do his thing and didn't want me to be sad so he didn't take me with.

I call bullshit. He probably wanted to have peace from my annoying self. I want peace from my annoying self. Maybe he wanted to read a book unbothered.

He doesn't read. While he reads to me but that's it.

He could also be doing his job and I'm crazy.

I turned to Pierce, "What do you wanna eat?" He turns his floofy snout to the kitchen behind us. "Show me."

He gets off the couch so I get off of it too. I follow him and he gets on the counter, it's so magical to see each time, and he opens one of the cabinets with his foot. He then puts his nose on the box of macaroni and cheese. I grab the box.

"Great idea." He smiles. Awwwwwww. I pet him before grabbing a pot and filling it with water. I put some salt in it and turn on the stove and put it on the stove. He appears on my left side, where the pot is and we both watch the water boil, both of us hanging over the pot.

All the big fat bubbles finally appear.

I turned to the old puppy, "excited?" He nods. I open the box and put in the noodles and turn off the stove and put the lid on. "Now what?"

He lifts his foot in the air so I pet him. He could have wanted something else but I have to pet an animal when they raise their paw. He seems happy, so good enough.

I miss Death. It's been 20 minutes but I miss him. This separation anxiety is annoying.

I don't know if I have it but everyone I know says I have it, and Death and he can read my brain or something. Can he read my thoughts?

"Since Death can read my mind or whatever, can he find out what I think? Like is there a catalog of everything I've ever thought and he can know them?" He shakes his head. "Can you know what I think?"

He whines a 'wroo'. So fucking cute. I pick him up like he's a little baby.

"You have such pretty fur. I'ma steal it."

He looks shocked and says 'wroooo' again. He puts his foot on my arm like he's pushing me away.

"I'm joking. I won't take your fur. I have enough of my own." I look at my hairy legs and arms, I gotta fix that.

He huffs and yaps without any actual noise. His attention then quickly turns to the door and his ears perk up.

I look but don't see anything. He then leaves my arms and goes next to the pot and looks at me. Well I guess it's time to add the cheese and drain the water.

I don't know where the strainer is. I'm bad at this, whatever it is. "Where is the strainer?"

He points his nose to a cabinet under the counter. I open it and find the strainer. How does he know where everything is but I don't? I'm the one that puts it there. My memory doesn't like me.

I put the strainer in the sink and grab the pot. How do I do this again? I must have forgotten everything I've learned since I was 5.

The door knob turns super slowly. It then creeks open super slowly. Athena must have forgotten how to be sneaky.