So I've been sick lately and it's been hard to keep up with writing but I'm going on for my few fans. Thank you sooo much for reading, it means a lot! It would also mean a lot if you could scroll doooooown and type a little response! Really, it'd make my day :]
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It wasn’t that they looked gorgeous, I could see imperfections if I looked, but it was the happiness that made them look flawlessly beautiful. They were obviously very much in love and it looked like nothing else mattered.
It was then that I realized that love could very possibly be unconditional. I smiled, finding only one word for the moment, “Wow.”
CHAPTER 6
“Right?” Kenna smiled.
“Left,” I challenged.
“Up.”
“Down.”
“Horizontal!”
“Diagonal!”
“North!”
“South!”
“West!” she tried, standing over me.
“East of the equator with a latitude of 72!” I stood on my tiptoes, meeting her eyes with a smile.
She parted her lips to answer and laughed instead, “Ha! Okay, you win!” I cheered at my victory and looked back to the painting, feeling like the world could never make as much sense as it did now.
I moved closer to the painting and smiled thoughtfully, looking at the signature. I couldn’t read it, but it was almost as pretty as the painting.
There was a clank downstairs and my back tensed. Kenna spun around, looking to Josh, and they both hurried from the room, leaving me blinking, still trying to conjure up a proper reaction, and alone. By the time I came up with one, they were long gone and the door swung closed after them.
“Hey!” I complained, moving quickly to the door and I pulled at the handle in stubbornness, rushing after them. The hall and stairs were empty, telling me they were already downstairs, which shocked me. They must’ve been dreadfully fast.
I trampled down the stairs and saw that the door to the basement stairs was left open. They were fast.
I went down the basement stairs, curious of what the big deal was. I became nervous and my heart sang a loud song, thudding a rhythm against my chest. “It’s a puppy!” Kenna cried in a gasp and I jumped, falling around the corner.
This little pup, looking a few months old with thick midnight colored fur, took advantage of my falling over and stuck her damp muzzle in my face. She looked like a baby wolf with light blue eyes and floppy ears. Her bubble gum pink tongue wetted my noise, I squeaked, sat up quickly, and she curled up comfortably into my lap.
“What…?”
“She likes you!” Kenna smiled and crouched next to me, stroking the pup’s head.
“Ya…,” I was consumed in confusion, “But where did she come from?”
“She must have been left behind by her mother. She’s only about two months of age,” analyzed Josh. I frowned and the little pup yipped, giving me a face full of kisses and I squealed, holding her an arms distance away.
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