Sunday, June 16, 2013

100 Words a Day 299

The pain was worse than anything he had ever experienced. It hadn’t hurt this bad when his first girlfriend broke up with him.

It didn’t really hit him until he had gotten home that day and called out for Rover. He was greeted with only silence, and then he remembered. Tears welling in his eyes he hurried into his room, ignoring a call from his mother in the kitchen.

As he sobbed, he conjured up every memory he could think of. It made the pain worse, but he somehow knew it would make if fade faster. He missed his dog.

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