Hello, everybody how there who happens top be reading this. And you (yes, you!) are now my best friend, even if I don't know you! Just because you decided to read this. Sadly, this being my first story, I have no complete plot set for this, but I'll develop it through soon enough, so please stick around for the rest and review. This is a Sly/Penelope story.

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The Crowing
Presents

Sylvester collapsed onto the sofa of his apartment, feeling all but completely miserable. He hadn't felt this sad in his entire twenty-four years of life. Wiping an eye with his furred paw, he sat back up, trying to snap out of this fit of sadness, sniffing, and trying to get his mind off it. Off of her. He sighed, placing a paw lazily on his lap, leaning his head back on the head of the couch, green eyes staring up at the ceiling. The old battered ceiling of a two bedroom apartment he's owned for five years, purchased for rent with his best friend, Wile E. Coyote during their second year of college.

They had lived there this entire time. Wiley became a science teacher of the local high school, teaching 10th grade biology. Sylvester was a journalist for the towns news paper, which was an exciting job that he loved, but there was a certain part of his life missing. Well, it was there this morning, but he found her gone not twenty minutes ago. Her things were removed from the bedroom he shared with her, a single torn out piece of notebook paper in her place. He knew she left just by the appearance of the room. How clean it looked. That and the single name left at the bottom of the letter.

Lola.

A 'The Willing Well' Production

Yes, his former girlfriend was none other than Lola Bunny. But as explained in the letter she left him, that was no more. She had left him for his old college friend, Bugs Bunny. Of all the things, why this? Why did what he thought to be the love of his life have to just abandon him. Without even saying goodbye? And why hadn't he seen it before. She had cheated on him, dead on. No denying it. Lola Bunny was a whore, and she had him tricked. Why hadn't he seen this before? Who else had she cheated on him with? Daffy? Taz? Wiley? He groaned, tugging as his necktie in frustration, and hurt. The first thing he would be feeling is sadness. Loss. Then anger, and eventually, hopefully, self worth. Maybe he'd move on, and find someone better. Someone faithful. But it's hard to find a good woman these days…

The tux walked back to his room limply to change out of his work clothes, untying his thin black necktie, and unbuttoning his white button up, and putting on a black tee, jeans and a hooded jacket, deciding to go for a walk, and clear his mind. Grabbing his house key and burying it in his pocket, he walked out into the hallway of his apartment building, walking down the two flights of stairs, down to the lobby, and out into the evening air, relishing the feeling of a cool night's breeze on his face, making his eyes water slightly. It was a chilly night, he noted, the sky was a dark blue, but pink and orange at the horizon, and a pale crescent moon already showing in the darkening sky.

He walked down the familiar streets, waving curtly at cheery neighbors, frowning to himself at the sight of couples. Bringing two fingers to his face, he rubbed his temple, a headache forming, He hated this feeling all too much. He always saw and knew people who experienced harsh breakup's, but never realized the effect it took on them. He could completely respect them how, knowing the pain and loss of the situation. He loved her. So much. And it hurt him to know she was in the arms of another man, that wise-cracking carrot-munching rabbit. He former friend. How could he just steal a three year relationship from that cat, how? "Ugh," he said darkly to himself, "This shit obviousthly doesth't alwaysth work in the real world…" But soon he heard a new sound. Crying? He could hear small weeps coming from a female's voice, a delicate accent accompanying it.

'The Suffering'

He knew her, she sounded familiar. He continued walking down the neighborhood street, trying to see where the small sounds were coming from. Between two houses, up ahead there was a little cemented alleyway that led to the back gate on an elementary school, walled in by two tall brick walls. He stepped up into the tiny alleyway to see a smaller black and white furred cat, hugging her knees to her chest, and sobbing lightly. She had a French twinge in her accent, which Sylvester thought of immediately to be Penelope Pussycat. He stepped up cautiously to her to make sure she was okay.

Okay?

Of course she wasn't okay! She was weeping! Why the hell would he want to ask a question like that? He cleared his thoughts as he stepped up, kneeling down beside her. She sensed his presence, and immediately wiped her eyes and backed away quickly before she looked up with blue eyes to meet the green ones of a friend she knew, long ago. She gasped at his sight, quickly shuffling to her feet as she smiled weakly at him. He smiled at her too, opening his arms. She hugged him tightly, sobbing slightly into his chest. He cleared his throat quietly,

"When I'd sthee you again, I never imagined it would be like thisth."
"I wouldn't 'ave expected such a turn of events myself. I'm dreadfully sorry to be looking like such a mess, and-"
"It isth'nt a problem, I'm sure I know how you feel."
"Vell, I'm not quite sure you do, Sylvester, it's so le complicated."
"I have time."

He smiled weakly at her as she looked uneasy of the idea. She looked so different, he noted. They met as kids, and went to the Looniversity together as pre-teenagers until she had moved back to Paris. It seemed she had returned though, to his delight. Maybe they could lighten each other's moods. He released her from his hug as she waited for him to say something. He gestured back at the sidewalk, "Walk with me?"

"Oui."

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-The Crowing