It has been one year since The Human left me. I still miss it. How couldn't I? It was wonderful. I assume the humans that came to this house to cry were its family. I now know what a family is, as I just met a spider that is now my partner. I love it very much. My instinct tells me that its family misses it greatly, and as I said before my instincts never fail me. I wish the human would have known this. Maybe it would have stayed.
I am happy now. I have a family, just like The Human did. I feel as though I will do good in my life. I also feel as though I already have. I don't know if The Human ever knew I was here beside it for so long. Probably not. I would be dead if it did.
I never left my home, in fact I live I'm here now with my partner. And I never will leave it.
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Spider
Short StoryWarning: This story handles the topic of death and may be triggering to some users. Spider is a short story about a spider that wants to escape. This becomes less important once something tragic happens to the human that lives in its apartment. I...
