A Window Opens

Love. It's a basic need. A cliché one but necessary at that. Every creature on this small planet needs it. It's how we survive, it's how we create, it's how we live.

But sometimes, we become so involved in our own little world that we forget we need it, or we miss it and the opportunity never presents itself again.

I, Arthur Kirkland am one who missed it. I had so many chances, so many open doors, and when I finally opened my eyes they had closed, slammed shut by the forces of fate. But you know what they say; when a door closes a window opens.

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It was a wet Saturday towards the beginning of fall in a small city located in New England. The sky had opened up with tears sometime earlier that week and it hadn't stopped since then. It was like the sun had gone off for his lunch break and didn't feel like returning.

I had taken to sitting by the window of my dreary flat to watch the people scamper by, their umbrellas blowing in the wind and the car horns blaring angrily at each other in the grand way New Englanders did as they drove in the most aggressive of ways. It was weeks like this one that made me laugh at the saying "if you don't like the weather wait five minutes and it'll change". Well, I'm sure we've all waited the five minutes required for the change in weather, so where was the sun now? Where was that beautiful sky, and changing leaves everyone talked about here? Where was the spirit? Because all I saw were miserable people to much like myself, just rolling along in that frozen and rampant river we call life.

I watched as a particularly angry car drove through a puddle, splashing the people below. I chuckled and moved away from the window to once again resume looking at that blinking bar WordPad showed when nothing was getting written. That accursed blinking bar that mocked every author as they tried to destroy their writers block. I wish I could set that bar aflame.

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My publisher hadn't called in weeks. She had given up calling to ask when the novel would be done. I guessed she was bored with my scowl and melancholy mood. Bored enough to ignore me and leave me to my own devices.

Then I received a package from her. It was large, and the box had said fragile on it, I couldn't think of what she could possibly send me until I heard a small sound coming from the box. She sent me a cat. A large, brown and white fluffy cat with the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen in my bloody life.

I was going to kill Elizaveta the next time I saw her.

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It was about a week after I had gotten that bloody beast of a cat and the rain had stopped when I decided I couldn't stand the fat animal. It ate absolutely everything; I don't even think that it was a cat. Probably some kind of extremely fluffy medium sized dog with a bottomless pit for a stomach, not a cat. It destroyed almost everything inside my small flat, including my own legs from its eagle-like talons. So without further thought, I opened up my window and stuck the cat out onto the fire escape, firmly closing the window once it was out.

I was a little while after that, once I heard the shatter of glass, a loud yowl, and felt something particularly hard smash into the side of my head that I decided I hated my life.

But it was when I saw blue eyes that didn't belong to that bloody beast that I thought that my life might not be so bad. Then the light escaped from my eyes and I fell into the sweet warm embrace of unconsciousness...