Page 70 - Fallen Thoughts

The dog’s shadowy eyes bore into me, I scoff, “I know! I’ve got the most

understanding girlfriend in the world! But this might be too much, Scruffy! I

wouldn’t blame her for running away from me. If I were her, I would.”

Scruffy nuzzles his head into my stomach and I scratch behind his ear, my

only source of solace.

A tear slips down my cheek and I sniff, “Shit, I can’t keep lying to her. She

has a right to know and if she wants to leave me then I guess she should.”

Scruffy moves off my lap and growls at something behind me, probably a

leaf in the wind.

My mind is foggy as I stand up and wipe my face. Something in the back of

my mind is telling me everything will be alright. Instead of turning back the way I

came, I start walking in the other direction, towards a small cluster of trees at the

edge of the park.

I should probably go home and apologize to Meagan. It’s not her fault I’ve

been a horrible girlfriend, and I need to make it right. The fog in my mind grows

thicker the closer I get to the trees. Am I really so distraught? I can’t even think

clearly?

As I near the edge of the cluster of trees, the fog covers everything, I don’t

remember why I came to a park at night, wonder why I’m being drawn to the trees,

or why Scruffy is standing in front of me, growling into the trees.

The wind makes me shiver but I feel warm. I must be dreaming, I see a light.

Shining at the middle of the trees. Scruffy barks and I hush him. The light is good.

I can feel it. I draw closer. There are smaller lights behind it. I’m ensnared in the
beauty. In the-

Pain courses up my leg from my ankle, I look down to see Scruffy digging
his teeth into my calf. The fog in my mind dissipates as I shake my leg to dislodge

him, but he won’t let go. My eyes instinctually move back to the light, except now,