My Missing Piece (A Rocky X Zuma Story)

Good Grief

...sigh... Nine weeks.

Nine weeks since that kiss. The leap of fate.

Nine weeks since I thought I had everything I wanted but instead it was ripped out of my clutch.

Nine long and hurtful weeks of loosing my will, my rock, my guardian angel... loosing Zuma.

Things have changed in the last two months. Zuma first off hasn't spoke to me since our last encounter which resulted in us sharing a kiss I thought would blossom into something beautiful. You know the reason you all are reading this. The couple that you all hoped. Sorry guys.

Chase and Marshall kept their distance with me too. Not that I am complaining. I mean after all they almost killed me. Do they even feel bad? Are they guilty and that's why they ignore me. Did Zuma tell them about the kiss? Do they want nothing to do with me because of that????

Ryder has noticed my lower esteem and tries almost everyday to get me to talk to him about it. Every time is no luck for him. I don't want to talk to him about it and coming out to him and basically risk my acceptance in the Patrol. But I hate it here... so why does it bother me still?

Why do I still care about anything anymore...?

I awake to a sunshine that shines over my face and I groan and I shut the curtain and start to get up for my day. Everyday is the same now a days... Get up. Head to the lookout. More missions without me. I'm stuck alone here. Zuma was reconsidered and was asked to join the Patrol due to his willingness to save me. Ryder made him the water-pup.

Nice job Rocky! You got what you wanted but why did it have to be like this? You lost him forever. You'll never get to be his right wing ever. Maybe the others were right. You lose! You worthless piece of...

KNOCK KNOCK! I shake out my thoughts and manage to say, "I'm coming." as I am walking to the door and open it. To my surprise I see Ryder dressed in jogger clothes and a green leash. "Wanna go for a walk Rocky?"

I gulp and I think for a minute. "I dunno Ryder..."

"Rocky you've been cooped up in your house for nine weeks. We need to talk. What's been on your mind and what's wrong." Great more attempts to lecture me. "And why haven't you and Zu..." I slam the door and turn my lights off and I crawl into my bed.

I didn't want to hear that bastard's name. It still hurts me like a knife in my heart. Digging and tearing up my feelings and making me lose my mind.

God why does he bother me so much? He's still everything I think of on a daily basis. His smile. His eyes. His cute lisp. His perfect brown fur. Golly why am I overwhelmed by him? He was everything I wanted and more.

I decided that fresh air isn't that bad of an idea. Even though Ryder was pushing me to talk about my problems which I dislike, he still knows what's best for all of us.

I got my coat on and put my hood on and snuck out of my house hoping no one sees me. I make a quick dash to the forest and I stay put catching my breath for a minute.

I wonder if anyone would care if I ripped off my collar and head for the forest and left for good. Chase? Marshall? Ryder? ...Zuma? I brushed it off my mind and I continue walking and check out the new autumn scenery. Leaves turning orange and red and yellow and the path is covered in dried up leaves. It's so wonderful.

The forest is my escape now. Where the beach use to be my escape is now my demon. It reminds me of too much happiness replaced with trauma. Almost drowning... Zuma... Everything!

I go to a new spot and see a small waterfall and I smile. Hope you're doing alright Zoom. I miss you everyday dude. I'm sorry I ruined our friendship but I still love you no matter what. I just wish you felt the same way.

I go to a crevice in this rock formation that overlooks the waterfall and small pond it formed and sit watching the water splash into the pool of water and I start to cry.

I let one tear stream and then two... four... eight... now balling my eyes out. I think about my outcome from the situation and wish it was all a terrible nightmare. That I can wake up seeing Zuma next to me again how it use to be and I can explain my fear for the night and he would just hold me and tell me "it's okay Wocky. I'm wight hewe. Always!"

My tears keep falling and I howl to my moans of sadness. For what felt like days but only roughly an hour I keep crying and finally my eyes dried they beam of sadness bloodshot from nine weeks of despair and sorrow. My head pounds and aches from crying and my nose is really runny and I watch the sun set and beam over the waterfall.

I feel something touch my thigh and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what was touching me.

"Beautiful view isn't it... Wocky."
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Scout