The Lone Wolf and the Stray Dog [Sean & Cassidy]

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Every morning, the sun shone brightest in his hometown. In the solitude of the bay, where the sea meets the endless horizon.

It was the moment when the sky turned red, with the crimson clouds touching the azure sea. It was also precisely that moment when he fell in love with Puerto Lobos, the town of whispers and forgotten stories. Where the wind dances with salty foam and the sun paints golden paths on the waves.

At the same time, it reminded him of the moment when he first fell in love – and he meant truly fell in love, not just a crush on a random girl he saw every day at school and thought was great because she had cool Instagram photos.

He meant that feeling when your cheeks turn red, your voice gets stuck in your throat, and you can’t focus on anything else but that one person who evokes this feeling in you. That feeling, which he missed so much, just like everything from his past life.

But he chose it. Who was he to regret it? At those borders, he could have surrendered to the police. He didn’t. He risked his and Daniel’s lives and fully utilized the boy’s abilities – at that moment, he wasn’t much better than Finn.

He wouldn’t pour his heart out here just because he still couldn’t accept the consequences of that decision.

Like every morning, Sean stood with a mug of morning coffee on the terrace. The wind tousled his black hair, carelessly swept to one side of his forehead. At one time, his hair was so long that it almost fell into his eyes and nearly covered his missing eye, which was now replaced by a piece of black glass he had acquired about a year after arriving in Mexico. He simply got tired of wearing an eye patch all the time.

He wore black sweatpants and a tank top, and from the early morning, he was sweating profusely, having to adjust the fabric every now and then to get some air under it. His eyes occasionally wandered to the only tattoo he had.

And he was alone.

It had been six years since he crossed the Mexican border without Daniel, who decided to stay with Claire and Stephen in Beaver Creek. The brothers traveled together for a year to get here.

And at what cost?

So that Sean would end up alone in a house by the sea with his deceased father’s auto repair shop.

He didn’t have to think long about it before he took up the job of a mechanic, just like Esteban Diaz. It took a lot of effort because he was never really into cars.

But some things happen unexpectedly.

He downed the last sip of black liquid, satisfied with the thought that it would keep him on his feet for the rest of the day. He returned to the kitchen and carefully closed the door behind him.

His eyes landed on his old sketchbook, and the corner of his mouth turned slightly downward when he remembered he hadn’t drawn anything today. More like he had nothing to draw. He could sketch the view from his house blindfolded. Sometimes he missed just wandering the world and capturing on paper what he saw before him. To immortalize the moment. Yet, whenever he thought about it, it pained him more than he expected.

He shook his head and put the dirty cup in the sink, planning to wash it later.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted his Czechoslovakian wolfdog, who was already fully awake in his bed, wagging his tail happily at the sight of his owner. Sean bent down and scratched the dog behind the ears in greeting. “I know, boy. You’re hungry?”

The dog named Taco barked.

“Alright. Alright,” Sean laughed, pouring dog food into a bowl and placing it on the floor. He smiled as his canine friend stood up and began munching on the food.