Latal قصص

A week of living alone was peacefully melancholic for him. His weekly allowance was enough to feed him for years so the matter of money wasn't a problem. Companionship was though. After a week of living alone, of wishing for someone to accompany him in his huge mansion, he found a cat. Chaos ensues. He met people he could call his friends. He was finally happy. He found more cats. Then catastrophe struck.

When the night closes around Lavender he can feel a pair of eyes fixed on his spine. Something about them calls him and he doesn't dare to ignore them. Slowly, like an aging oak, that feeling grows inside him, with the thought that, maybe, he too deserves love.