Author's Note: I have written this one shot for fun. If you don't like reading long one shot we are the same but I can't shorten this one. If you don't really like reading long one shot but I still hope you read this. Please read and review, tell me what you think.
I have always known that I would protect you the moment you welcomed me with open arms. You don't know where I have come from but still you picked up and said I was yours to keep. That didn't bother me because I belong to no one in the first place and I have no place to go. I was covered in sooth and dirt but you bath and cleaned in the best way you could. I can still remember how you clumsily brushed my hair and accidentally put too much bubble. I would watch in amusement as you scrubbed my body with the excess bubbles flying around. You even used your own shirt to dry me up and tried to comb my hair with your shoe brush. I can't believe that my new master could be so clumsy and airheaded. That's right, my first impression of you is that you are naïve, stupid even but that's some parts that I love about you.
We would walk around the park even though I'm not used in walking around so many people. You would introduce me to random animals we saw on the tree branch or pets of some other people that are also in the park. You would force me to smile with you saying that I'm too grouchy for my age and I should be livelier. I don't even know what you are talking; there is nothing that I should be happy about. You will point out the flowers nearby and said how cool they are. There is nothing cool about some random flower except that it just blooms when it's spring time and withers when winter is coming. You would talk endlessly about random subjects that will come to your mind and about your school. How your schoolmates would sometimes bully you and how you tried to avoid making a fight with them. Your voice annoys me but slowly and surely I started to like how you talk and how it completes my day.
Time slowly passes by and before I realize you made friends other than me. At first it made me curios since you keep telling me that no one likes you then, why are there strangers inside our room? This room should only be for us, it should only smell with our scents combined not with someone else scent. In the first time of my stay with you I have realize that I'm not the only one who would be there for you. So, there I was silently sulking at the corner hoping you will notice me again and that it will come to pass. Then again I was wrong, as days fly by you barely spent your time with me your always with those your so called friends. I hate to admit it but I was jealous.
Days, weeks and months passed by I've slowly get used of the unwanted visitors in our room. I got used to their usual laughs, never ending chatting and touching our things. I have concluded that nothing more will change but I was proven wrong again. One day you came home late and thought it was so unusual for you to be late. I raced towards the door to greet you and to ask what is wrong but confusion hit me like a wave. Who is that person with you? This person is not the same from all the strangers that had been coming. I just stood there frozen seeing you smile towards the new stranger, in such a manner that I hate it. Your parents invited the stranger in and keep giving you weird looks as if they are silently teasing you. Could they not notice that this person is bad news? I bared my fangs towards the stranger and you gave me a stern look and after that you push me out from our room; I can hear you muttering an apology over my behaviour. Why do you have to apologize when I'm clearly doing what is right. That stranger is about to stain the bed with his stench blending with our scent. I don't mind the rest of your-so-called-friends because they never touch that territory.
You got angry at me for days but when you came home smiling and picked me up to a bone crashing hug, I thought you had forgiven me but once again I was wrong. You excitedly told me that you are planning to invite my suppose-to-be-enemy to an upcoming festival. I was horrified at the news, I can't bear the thought of you spending those moments with the 'enemy' instead of me. The day came for the festival, I have waited for you to call my name and take me but you never did. You left and I feel dejected wanting to come with you, I wanted to. Making up my mind that no one could deny what I want, I zoom out from the house following your scent. Finally I found you I notice something odd; I don't smell any one with you. Slowly approaching only to confirm that you are alone and you look kind a lonely. I called your name and you seem happy to see me and spend the night together. That festival had been one of the greatest time I have spend with you, it reassures me that no one can take you away from me.
Since then, everything turned back to normal, even though your friends will often come to your room but other than everything turns back. You will spend most of your time with me, you will give some of those sickening sweet things, walk around the park, cuddled me when you sleep and I never saw the face of my 'enemy'. Everything is perfect but I never realize that something will happen. One dark morning I woke up not feeling well, my body feels heavy and you panic. I tried to reassure you by standing up it was no good my legs can't hold me up. I never feel this weak before and saw how worried you are. Immediately you rushed me to a doctor and asking for his help, I can see that you are about to cry. I stayed with the doctor for days but I never feel better instead I feel worst and I slowly realize it is hopeless. You visit me every day and I know today will be the last but I don't want to leave you crying. You keep repeating not to leave you but I can't, you keep stroking me but I can no longer feel your hands; I have become so numb. Finally I can't hold much longer at least for the first time I can say what I've wanted to say to you. I told you how I feel and before I've fully lost my last scenes of hearing you have returned my feelings. I couldn't be happier even though it's not the kind of love I have wanted. After all this feelings is forbidden; for a mere dog to love his master in away a man loves a woman.
Author's Note: If one of you ever wonders why the title is as it is then the reason is my sister. You see this story is for her broken heart…? I asked for the title and she gave one using her flowery words but considering that I have no best option for a title I just use it. This story is for her after all but if you can suggest something better feel free to tell. Thanks guys.