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He watched her as she sat working at her desk. He window open, her curtains parted. He saw her smile sweetly to herself in the most content way.
How many times had she smiled at him like that? How many more times will she, before it's too late?
He wondered how life would be after she was gone. After they were all gone. He would be lonely, just like before.
He watched her move across the room and out of view, and for a moment, he wondered if that moment would turn into forever. He knew it was preposterous, to think something like that as he knew in his heart she would come back.
She had to come back.
What was he talking about again?
The window or the future?
She came back into view, giving him a fresh breath of relief to breathe as he realized she was not gone. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
She noticed him, and walked over t her window. She smiled down at him.
"Shigure-san, what are you looking at?" she asked innocently. The old dog smiled to himself.
"Just admiring a precious flower. One that was planted here a while ago."
"Oh really! A flower! How wonderful! Should I pick it and pout it in a vase?"
"No, " he replied, " it's fine where it is."
Disclaimer: if I OWNED furuba, you'd know it. That seems mean.
No, I own nothing but the thoughts in my head.