I'm Giving Up on You
Welp, I'm back with this short, and not very sweet story. It's something extremely different from my norm, and that's why it's so short. It was difficult to write, so let me know what you think. :)
The howling wind beating at the rattling windows; the ominous glow of a street lamp over a street, casting an eerie shadow over everything in its range; the onslaught of rain on the roof, drowning out everything but the overpowering thunder; the crack of lightning in the black sky, illuminating everything for a split second before returning to complete and utter darkness; a lone husky standing in the middle of the street, getting soaked to the bone, wishing that he would only be noticed. Instead he sits and waits, wondering if anything will ever change. A stranger looks out his window and sees the distraught husky, ignoring him and just closing the shades; out of sight, out of mind. The husky looks at the house he's standing in front of and wonders why the person inside shut him out, even though he's standing there; miserable, but standing there none the less. The husky feels another rain drop hit his head and run down his body. He watches as the drop hits the pavement and travel away, someplace into the dark. His heart travels along with it, hoping that one day, it will find the sun. One day, his heart may be warm again, filled with love and passion. For now it just sits on the wet pavement during a thunderstorm, waiting to be picked up and put back together by someone that will never come.
This is how this husky feels. Can you, and will you, fix that?
No, you won't. You will never be the savior to this husky, because you don't care. He loved you with the entirety of his heart, and you just tossed him aside like a piece of discarded garbage. His soul was bound with yours, sewn together with love and you just ripped him apart from you, leaving wounds that will never heal. It's not his fault that you made him this way; desperate and in search of love that will be returned. Instead, his devotion goes unrequited by you because you can't be bothered with it. Don't you see you have something extraordinary? You fool! If you can't be bothered with his love, maybe you should never be loved again. Take away all affection, and then maybe you can get a glimpse into what he feels. Only then can you say you're sorry, because only then will you see what's in his heart; soul-consuming, immeasurable blackness.
The husky trudges over to the sidewalk, seeking shelter under the orange glow of the streetlamp. Another lightning bolt flashes across the sky, illuminating the hopelessness in his eyes. He watches as a tear runs down his muzzle and falls onto the ground; a single tear rushing away in a thunderstorm. The husky collapses and starts to cry, the storm absorbing the evidence as the rain soaks into his clothes and fur, masking the sadness behind those hazel eyes. As he lay there weeping, he notices a plastic bag drifting in the storm's winds. He watches as it soon disappears from sight, wishing he had gone with it. He needs an escape from this wretched darkness. The husky slowly gets up onto his feet, walking down the street as the rain beats down harder than before. He turns and gives one last longing gaze at the house that shut him out, his tears flowing like the rain as he keeps on walking.
Puddles splashing behind him make him stop and turn to face the person seemingly running after him. He can't make out the figure in the haze of the rain, the lightning and thunder disorienting him further. Rain has seemingly seeped into his bones as he shivers, collapsing and laying in the middle of the road in defeat. The figure stands over him and offers him a paw, with a warm smile that seems to calm the storm. The husky reaches and grasps the warm paw, the stranger helping him to his feet and wrapping him in a hug that seems to make the storm disperse altogether. The smile he receives after the hug makes the sun almost come out and warm his freezing body. He holds the person close, not wanting to let go for the fear of losing another good thing.
Standing in the middle of the street at 3am during a violent thunderstorm, the husky finally feels well again. Even though his fur is wet from tears and rain, he feels that he can allow himself to fall for someone once again. The cold blackness that is his heart slowly starts to recede, becoming nothing but a memory as something new fills its place. Something that is smiling and holding him close in the middle of the street at 3am, during a violent thunderstorm.
"I figured you could use a helping hand." You say, hugging him tight and sheltering him from the harsh rain pouring from the heavens above.