It's warm. It feels like I'm in water.
What happened at the pet shop? What about Cera? And what about... the cat...
I suddenly woke up. Being hugged from behind by Cera and sitting in the bathtub together.
So it was water.
"Cera, what happened?" I leaned my head against her shoulder because I had a slight headache.
"You passed out after helping the little kitty and I brought you home." I started recalling what happened.
"Is it alive?" My hopes were high. I remember putting it back together.
"No. It didn't survive." My tears began to fall.
I wasn't even attached to it. So I don't understand why I'm crying.
Cera hugged me and pressed her lips against my ear.
"It's okay, we'll just get another one." I don't want another one. I felt scared to get another one now that I've seen it die and lost it. I'm not ready to face the loss of a pet I actually grow to love.
"No. I don't want a pet anymore." I turned around and put my knees between her thighs, facing her.
