I didn’t want him to leave but when he did I didn’t ask him to come back. I think this may have been his undoing.
He began to stalk me, driving by my house at odd hours, leaving subtle clues in our circle. He never asked me to take him back and in fact he was dating someone new before the door had a chance to…well, you know.
When I came home one evening to find the lifeless body of my dog, our dog, on the stoop, I knew. Letting him go was the best decision I had never made.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Vicious.