Prologue
You see a book? It's empty.
A paper? Also empty.
Notebook, book, everything.
Empty, empty, empty, EMPTY.
Except my heart, though, or my body. They're filled with blood and organs. But if you put it in another way, it is, also, empty.
We're all empty anyway.
My ball of yarn, my red fur, hell, even the stupid dog is empty.
This house is empty too.
After the dog's owners died, everything turned empty. This is Nowhere, anyway. But the day the dog went to my motel - after his insistence on disposing the spiders (I wasn't fond of those things anyway) - it was raining, and he probably was crying and he asked if he could have a drink. What kind of drink?
I think he hoped that I should have given him toxic or something. But of course I didn't. It was pitiful, but so was I.
I didn't know what I thought of it back then. Maybe something about emptiness and how stupid the dog was.
But somehow, somehow, I found myself in the old woman's rocking chair and the stroking the stupid dog's stupid hair, and for once in the past two months, this was not finally empty.
Nowhere was not empty.
And maybe I, Katz, was not too.
You can see this in my tumblr. I suppose this could be a short story. Hm... I'll think about it. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed and review? (Shhh, don't tell the Pandora Hearts category I'm alive. They'd slay me.)
Tata!
Chira Somes. :)