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When I was still very young- at a time that feels like another life now-
I really wanted a dog.
It was such a wild and desperate hope for as long as I can remember.
There has been not a time when I´ve not craved the easy comfort and company.
I´ve thought about how it could´ve been some homeless mutt from the streets.
A creature, abandoned and left to die by a master who didn´t deserve it.
Bruised a little, mistreated too, maybe. Just like I was, on the inside.
Something- someone- who´d keep on living. Thriving. Only because of me.
Something that would actually bear my companionship.
When you´re a kid, you´re an idiot.
And even worse, you´re weak.
Guess that´s why I couldn´t stay little for too long.
Dutch says that nothing could survive my non existant caretaking skills, anyway.
Not a dog, of course, and most certainly nothing else.
Except for maybe a stone...
A pet rock.
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