"What is your name?"
"Isla."
"Aira?"
"Yep! And what's yours?"
"Reon."
"Ooh, so cool!"
"And that cat, what's its name?"
"...I don't know..."
"Alright. Its name is Dorothy."
"Dor...ry?"
"Dorothy."
"Dorry!"
"Hah... fine."
"Hehehe..."
***
GASP!
Blood streamed from his left eye, tainting his vision with crimson, while his breathing labored with both pain and an underlying cause unrelated to his wound.
Cradled in his lap lay the emaciated little cat, Dorothy, whom he had just reclaimed. Yet, her feeble cries had ceased, leaving behind a haunting silence that pierced his heart.
"Please... please..."
She was the only thing he had left.
"Why are you wandering so far this time...? Why can't you be more careful...?"
Seated in the somber confines of the dark alley, Sebastian clung tightly to the lifeless form of the small cat, her diminishing warmth slipping away from his grasp.
"Didn't I always say... to never let anyone else approach you?"
