Entwined (Spot x Ethan)

Loner

(9:00p.m. \ stormy \ visibility : 7km)
(Rhode Island)

Ethan's POV

The late night thunderstorm proceeded raging and spiraling into a turbulent surge along with my state of mind.

Viewing our dorm room, emptiness pervaded except the lightning occasionally sparked with roar, penetrating the suffocating silence amidst the thick musk of the drench. Through the curtains was just one shade of murky mist and droplets splattered all over the window. My body curled up on the bed under the glistening of fragmented moonlight.

Spot was supposed to be back hours earlier but his whereabouts had gone oblivious for far too long. Maybe their mission didn't go as planned, or failed badly, or that they're running for their lives, or they couldn't make it, or Spot could have been..

I frantically shook my head in hopes of getting rid of such thoughts. There's no way things could go wrong, at least not that wrong. The A6 team was full of elites, let alone having our magnificent Doctor, the genius tactician, leading them. So they must come back in triumph...

...that's how the others reassured me.

The pouring got heavier than before as another loud thunder snapped me out of my abstraction. The chill in the air now got even cooler and all I could do was trembling helplessly under the layers of sheets.

(2:00 a.m.)

Still not a damn message from Spot, or anyone from A6. Time drifted by, minute after minute, as the concerning slowly outweighed the comforting. Drowsiness wouldn't get to me when my worries rose more and more.

Perhaps something really happened, and they're like the candles in the wind reaching their end, and they couldn't make it.

This unsettling feeling started to devour me from the inside, and no one's there for me. Just like the old days.

And he wouldn't come back anymore.

Whimpers slipped out of my mouth and eventually erupted into bursting tears. The quivering got worse as I felt even colder.
Some point at a time, the automatic door slid open, but I was too drowned to notice, not before a stringy, clawed fluffy paw gently rested above my head. That feeling was ever too familiar not to recognize. I jumped up and turned around in a split second. The long-awaited canine figure appeared before me.

"Spot..."