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To prove some unknown point.

To some unknown person.

And I don’t even have an answer as to why.

The mutt nuzzles at my hand.

“Get away from me, you idiot,” I sigh. I push his nose away from me.

He doesn’t take it personally. His tail wags, thumping against the floor. Those eyes haven’t changed. No matter how much I shove him aside or curse at him, he still looks at me like his savior.

It makes me sick. I’m no one’s savior.

Not anymore.

I get up abruptly. The chair screeches back on the floor.

“I’m going to bed,” I announce. To the dog or the empty room or no one at all—I’m not entirely sure who the intended audience is.

Thump-thump-thump.

The mutt chases after me.

“No, you’re not coming,” I snap. I point back to the living room.

He doesn’t move.

Thump-thump-thump. His tail thwacking against the wooden floorboards. His tongue is lolling out now eagerly. And those eyes. Still liquid amber and hopeful.

With an angry growl, I charge back into the kitchen.

I fill a bowl with water and another with some leftover deer meat, then set both down on the floor where the mutt can get to them.

“Eat,” I instruct.

I point at the bowls.

He just stares at me.

“Eat, you fleabag.”

When he still doesn’t move, I growl and clench my fists.

“Fine!” I shout. “You don’t wanna eat? Then don’t eat! I don’t fucking care.”

I stomp into the bedroom and slam the door shut.

He watches me the whole way.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.


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