He sat in the corner of the car....his headphones on....wishing to tune out everybody.
He was not usually a taciturn.
True....he did not like being in the limelight..but he was good-tempered and enjoyed company.
He was restless.
He wanted to get back home and be with Coco.
He wanted to be back in his warm blanket, re-reading Room on the Roof or maybe writing a song with Coco scampering around him on his little paws.
He just wanted to feel happy.
And the best part is that he did not need too much to be happy....
Just talking to her and feeding Coco made him happy....simple joys...
When he pushed open the door he expected an excited little Coco, wagging his stubby tail, trying to jump at him.
Coco was not there.
Coco was lost.
It was a nightmare he wanted to wake up from.
So he called her....
She was not there to wake him up.
When she finally heard about Coco from him, she did not cry.
She held back the tears.
She hated herself for not waking him up.....
Hearing him sob over the phone broke her heart.
Her arms ached to hold him...she wanted to say something to make him feel better....
She also wanted to tell him that she had had an intuition that something bad was going to happen for him....
She had felt it on the day he left for the trip.
She was scared and that was why she had randomly called him a few times just to check if he was alright....
She had seen the shadow she usually saw when some misgiving was on its way....she saw the shadow at twilight and she clutched her mother's arm and whispered,"Something unholy is gonna happen."
She knew it would happen around him. Because she had seen him cry in her dream.
At night....when the wolves howled and the owl shrieked, the fact that Coco was gone hit her.
The next morning, her pillow was wet.
A/N: Coco, I miss you.
