The Cat Part 8

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_7:25PM_

I’m running towards his house still screaming his name. I have no idea where he is. I know that I must find him. I run to his door pounding it. No noise. I try the door- open. I stumble inside still shouting. I forget to close the door as i run around the ground floor searching frantically for anything. Nothing here, nothing there. Next floor? I trip up the stairs several times while still shouting his name. Where is he? Why isn’t he responding to me? Please don’t be dead. I run around all the rooms and still find nothing. I run back down into the kitchen. I can see something faintly in the back garden. No. It can’t be him. It looks so lifeless out there in the dark. I hunt through his drawers and cupboards for a torch of some sort. Alas I found one. I rush outside and round to the back garden. I’m still shouting his name as I put the torch on. I shine it over in his direction. I stop in my tracks. He looks dead. But he can’t be. I can’t lose him. I still need to tell him that I love him.

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