Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

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Trigger warning. It's not pretty in this one, namely panic, depression and other darker themes.

[Owen]

*~*~*

I am a shadow.

I live under the shade of my own wretched fate;

I set alight my soul, to rid myself of shadows,

I sit and watch, as the light of my heart fades.

I hope and pray, that one day.

I may live the life that fairy tales say.

*~*~*

I really need to take a piss, but I'm no where near a bathroom and I'm walking a dog. It's not as if I can just tie her to a tree and return nature's calling. I dust my hands on my coat, a doctor's coat. I never have time for anything since I graduated close to a year ago, I'm now working for a shelter near my apartment where I interned and had my practical training at before I graduated, because for some reason the head vet seems to enjoy my 'skill set' if you can call it that. You'd think that it makes life easier for the both of us now that there are two vets, and I imagine so down the line but I can tell you it's not the case so far.

Between managing the files and client data, treating animals, looking at applied adoptive homes, etc. There is more work than before, and I'm still getting nightmares that kick me in the gut every second night. It's gotten better but I'm not sleeping much.

I enjoy sleeping.

My eyes drift to Petra, who starts tugging the leash, wagging her tail while looking back and forth down the almost empty streets. It's the morning, like butt crack of dawn morning, usually the people that are awake, are either dedicated runners or old couples looking to get fresh fruit and vegetables at the markets. "Down, girl." I pat her head and she licks my hand making me smile.

Petra is one of the reasons I'm still around, she gave me hope when people left me alone. My ex boyfriend, my grandma, and even long before that my parents who passed when I was young. She's now 6 years old and I love her to death. My ex boyfriend, Roman Perry, he's been a great friend to me, we only recently reunited.

His boyfriend, Aaron Solomon (who is a CEO of a gigantic company) is one of the nicest person I've met, actually that applies to their little group of friends. They are all such nice people, Skylar takes me out for fun all the time, his dad Sebastien Cook, he's a very special father. No filters, no restrictions. But he treats me like his son and I really do value them. Aaron though, he's been nothing but understanding of me, trying to get to know me despite the fact that I used to date Roman.

And then of course, there is big bad Felix. Him and Skylar's twin Ryland always make plans happen, they set up events that the 7 of us go to, always making me feel welcomed even though I am like the odd one out. If you think about it, they are all either family or dating. And I'm just the ex-boyfriend that lives alone in a 500 square foot box where I keep my clothes and bathe twice a day, I could afford something better, but that would be too far away and I'm not rich enough to buy a car just yet. I've only been a  vet for less than a year.

Petra circles my legs, effectively tying the leash around me and sits down when she's out of leash. This dog might be evil. Then she jumps on me, paws on my shoulders, it's either that she's tall or I'm short. Probably both. I fall backwards when she starts licking my cheeks, but someone catches me.

"You need to eat more." An accusing voice says, hoisting me to my feet and untying my legs.

Fuck. I don't swear much but this is an exception. This man, he reminds me of a particularly dark point in my life. Tall and wide, arm muscles that equate to my thighs, probably both legs together to be honest, and a stare that can bore through titanium. His name is Jameson Nielsen, and he comes into the shelter every once in a while to help out. But before that, he just comes into the shelter, and stares at me like he wants to speak to me or something, then he goes off entertaining the women that hit on him.