Someone to Hold Ch1
Someone to Hold
By Sheba Wolf
Reiza sat staring out the window, not really noticing anything. She didn't even notice the squirells playing in the tree in her yard. Light rain softly hit the window, leaving streaks as the droplets slid down it's length. The streaks matched the streaks on her face. Tears were slowly making their way down her face leaving matted lines in her fur. This was not a rare sight on rainy days like this.
She let out a soft sigh and turned away from the greyness of the outdoors. She hated the rain. Not because rain made people gloomy but because it was rain that had ruined her life. It was raining when her mate of 2 years was taken from her in a horrible accident. He had been driving home from a long night at work when a dozing truck driver over corrected, slid across the center line on the wet pavement and hit him head on. He didn't even know what hit him, he was dead on impact.
Getting up from her window seat she groaned slightly, not only did the rain bring back bad memories it brought pain in her knee. She frowned and rubbed her aching knee and moved on to the kitchen. She pulled open the freezer and grabbed a tub of cookie dough ice cream. This was going to be a long night she thought to herself as she plopped on the couch to watch TV.
"Tonight at 10pm see what was discovered in the river during the yearly clean up" The TV blared. Reiza rolled her eyes, she was upset enough she didn't need the ever depressing news to make it worse. Quickly changing the station she stopped on a very interesting looking show. A young but not too young vixen was sitting on a bed in a skimpy lenguire seductivly smiling at someone off camera, playfully swishing her tail. Reiza blinked a couple times before realizing what was going on, blushing she changed the channel to cartoons before looking around to make sure no one had seen what she had seen. Who was she kidding, there was no one there to see. She was alone in that 4 bedroom house.
She had been alone for about 10 years. It really was time for her to move on, Greg was never coming back. Even if he could come back he probably wouldn't love her anymore. Since his death she had become a recluse and avid cookie dough and ice cream eater. This had caused her to gain quite a bit of weight, not only that but her hair was turning white. It was no longer the beautiful sleek black that Greg had fallen in love with.
Finding she had derpressed herself further she took a big glob of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, trying not to cry as she watched Spongebob Squarepants. Usually this show would make her laugh, but not this time, she was too far gone in her depression. The ending theme came on. She got up to go to the restroom, returning just in time for the beginning theme of the next episode of Spongebob to start. She happened to glance out the window and noticed a big yellow moving truck sitting in front of the empty house across the street from her. She perked her ears and watched as several men hurridly took boxes into the house. Trying to keep them and the boxes as dry as possible.
"I wonder who is moving in," she said out loud semi scaring herself with her own voice. Then she saw him, the only guy not wearing a uniform, standing in the doorway of his new house, barking orders to the men carrying the boxes. "Don't drop that! Keep that box dry! If you break that I'll break you!" She couldn't help but giggle at the men struggling to carry the apparently heavy boxes across the wet lawn. Then suddenly the man looked across the street and straight at her, as if he knew she was watching him. She immediately ducked out of sight and crawled back to her couch, hoping he really didn't see her and it was just coincidence that he looked her way. She let out a little giggle when she realized how silly she was being. Although...he was kind of cute!
END CHAPTER 1