Paws

kisses;

our names are called, and we head in. i hate to head in. i try to resist, but what good would it be not to oblige? i know something is wrong, though. i sense it.

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my backpack seems to be weighing down my whole body, and i sigh under its weight. i cant believe it. cant believe i've lost it, lost him. all those times i kissed him. did it mean nothing? i guess so.

the tears eventually find my eyes as i trudge home. today has been the worst day ever. i have nothing to look forward to, except, of course, seeing her. my body aches for her. i love my little fluffy girl. its okay, i say to myself, you can pet her and watch chick-flicks till the pain subsides.

once i'm finally indoors, i see her on the sofa. she jumps up and is all over me in an instant. we spend the evening eating and watching movies. i tell her everything. i don't want to tell mum.
its not like she understands what i say, but i like to pretend. i hope she at least listens.