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Love is Brightest in the Dark

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“So, I've been meaning to ask you, how did you meet my dad?” Meera asked Buster. A cool breeze shifted the leaves in the tree they laid under.

    “That's pretty sudden. Rude too.” Buster grunted with his eyes closed. The day was too nice for any schemes of Buster’s, so he and Meera concluded that it was best to relax their bodies at the park. Geese honked as children chased them about and some young couples strolled around. It was as if the world itself rested from the toils of nature.

    “No it's not. I just asked how you knew him, not if you kissed him. Or did youuu...?” Meera asked as she fluttered her eyes.

    “It's none of your business.” Buster rolled away from Meera.

    “Actually, it is. Since it involves my dad.” grinned Meera.

    “You're annoying me, dollface. Look, long story short is I wanted to be the top dog, I thought I could beat him, and he squashed me. That's all there is to it.”

    “You thought you could beat my dad?” Meera heckled. “You must have been out of your mind.”

    “You weren't there.” Buster barked, having been fed up with Meera’s teasing.

    “Oh,” Meera uttered. “Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just wondering.”

    “Yeah, well, me too.” Buster sighed as he began to calm down. “It’s just that, it was a time when I was not feeling myself. Since you apologized so nicely,” he added with a sly smiled returning to his face, “I'll tell you the whole thing.”

    “What a privilege.” Meera chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

    “Have you…” Buster paused shortly, “ever felt a twisting stab in your stomach after someone turned their back on you? I have. That lowly mutt Tramp was the best friend a dog could ever ask for. Loyal, courageous, and he always had that stupid smile on his face not matter what. Tramp was smart too, always had some sort of plan runnin’ through his head. Of course that's not to say that I ain't a genius either.” Buster smuggly chuckled.

    “So what happened then?” Meera asked.

    “The moron went and fell in love.” Buster stated shortly.

    “Aw!” Meera squeed. “What's wrong with falling in love? Are you upset because nobody loves you because you're such a jerk to everyone?”

    “Are you kiddin’?! I'm the kindest, most caring dog in town. You know it, and I know it! Who else would put up with a she-dog as annoyin’ as you and still take you to the best eateries in town?” Buster guffawed.

    “I’ll have you know, most other dogs think I'm rather charming.” Meera said as she flipped the fur on her cheek and wagged her tail sassily.

    “Yeah, yeah. Well, anyway, I didn't mind it at first, it’s not like he hadn’t been with anyone else before. But this was different, he started to stop coming around. He stopped seein’ me when I thought we would stick things out ‘til the end. So one day, I gave him a choice, her or me… well, you know how that turned out.” he softly stated.

    “Why did you make him choose?”

    “Because he can't have a family and be a street dog, my dear partner-in-crime. Ya can't be free with a chain around your neck. What was worse was that despite everything we've been through, he didn't even have a second thought. Anyone would have been more than righteously furious like I was. So I thought I'd show that backstabber that I could make it without him. We had shot around the idea of taking your pap’s crown a few times. Before Tramp met that powderpuff, I had a feeling we could actually pull it off too.” Buster continued as Meera listened intently. “When he left. I felt like I had nothin’ to lose and all the reputation to gain. I figured, when that mongrel saw what I had done… I dunno. Something would've happened, I didn't think that far, you already know this.”

    Buster got up from the soft grass and began reenacting the scene with dramatic movements and an intense narration. One would have thought he was getting paid for his performance. “I tracked him down a burned down alleyway. There were a few fires that summer and I guess his stomping grounds included that alley. He stunk like ash and pain. I creeped in hoping the leftover smoke of the buildings would mask me. The alley broke off into a few different ways and the embers seared my nose. So after checking around and finding nothing, I found him near another entrance of the alley. He had… the last loser, or what was left of ‘em, in his mouth and he was breathing so deep, I thought he was choking on the smoke. I snuck up closer to get the drop on him when I stepped on a burnt paper, crunching it. He turned suddenly and his eyes glowed. I froze at the sight, I thought of the life I had to live for. At that point, I realised I didn't, and I charged him.

    Next thing I know I felt like I was being turned inside out, with my bones feeling more fragile than glass. I thought he'd chop me in half with the way he was tearing into me. He just kept… throwing and thrashing me around like a hunk of meat. It wasn't long I'm sure, but I know it did feel like it. Finally, he just threw me against the wall and made his way out. Before he left he turned back to me and said, ‘Leave. I don't have the time nor patience to teach pups how to crawl.’ I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, it was the next day and he was gone. I bet most would have thanked their lucky stars having survived, and I did too, but I was also a bit disappointed at the same time.

    I thought I could gather a crew and try again, but when I did, I just forgot about your pap. I forgot about the Tramp as well, until his son came along. Didn't know your pap was having a hard time too. I guess he and I ain't so different in a way.” Buster wondered out loud to himself.

    “...I have a feeling you guys have a lot of similarities. I actually know next to nothing about my dad’s past, just about him and my mom, mostly. But I always did get the feeling like… maybe he’s been hurt multiple times in the past. Just from the things he’d tell me about living out here and how to survive. He had a very… stoic view of how life works out here on the streets. Always telling me I needed to be strong mentally and emotionally, and to not trust or let others in so easily…” Meera replied while staring off into the distance.

    “Can't be mad at a pappy like that.” Buster yawned and stretched. “Well, you wanted to know, and now you know!”

    “Well, thanks for sharing. It meant a lot.” Meera said with a gentle smile.

    “Yeah, it was nothing. But uh-” Buster paused.

    “Hm?”

    “...Thanks, for listenin’.”

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Published: 1 week, 6 days ago
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