Its been about four months since Mark, my boyfriend, and I moved in together. Little did I know moving in with mark ment moving in with dog hair. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. It's time I said something. Mark burst through the door right then.
"Mark, we need to-" I was cut off by the tears streaming down his face. I pulled him into a tight hug.
"Mark, what happened?" I asked. The sobbing he was emitting were tearing me apart. As if I could feel his pain, even if I had no idea what it was.
"S-she...Car...H-hit Her..." I was rubbing soothing circles into his back to get him to calm down so I could understand him. It felt like years before his sobs became just whimpers, even if it was just minutes.
"Mark, honey, please tell me what happened?" He looked at me with his tear stained face. That was enough to make me break down too, but this isn't about me.
"Chica, s-she ran into the s-street and she..." He stopped, not wanting to continue. I was smart enough to put the pieces together of what happened. A tear slid down my cheek, but I wiped it away. I pulled him back into the hug.
"Mark, I am so sorry..."
"D-don't be, it was j-just her t-time."
"Yeah, shes in a better place now."
No, CHICA!
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