Chapter 36
Chase couldn't go back to sleep. He mind was stuck on repeat. All Chase could think about was how much he had hurt Marshall. Every second felt like a minute. Every minute an hour. Every hour an eternity.
Then a voice came to him, "Chase?" It was all too familiar to him. It was bittersweet to hear. He rolled over on his side and saw Marshall. The moonlight that cracked through the window glistened off of Marshall. Chase was at a loss of words. His tongue was tied. He was so desperately trying to call out to Marshall, but no matter how hard he tried to force his mouth to say something, nothing would come out. "Chase..." Silence. "Chase... do-do you hate me?" Chase's heart sank; hearing those words. Chase was trying so hard, so hard to say something back to Marshall. Silence.
All he could do was stare back in Marshall's bright blue eyes. And as time went on all Chase could muster up was silence; all he could do was watch the light fade out of Marshall's eyes. Marshall was on the verge of crying. Chase didn't know what to do. No matter what he tried to do, he couldn't get the words he wanted to say out. He just and watched and stared as Marshall broke down. Marshall couldn't hold back his tears and whimpers any longer. Every tear glistened in the moonlight as they ran down his face. As if he was crying falling stars like the ones people wished on. Chase found himself wishing on those stars. He didn't want to see Marshall cry, not anymore. He wanted Marshall to know how he truly felt.
But His tongue was still tied.
And without thinking and just pure impulse, he pulled Marshall in. He didn't know what he was doing; it just felt right. He could feel Marshall's warmth against his fur. His sad little whimpers revibrate throughout Chase's body. He held him for what felt like an eternity. "Marshall..." Chase had finally. His tongue no longer tied. "Marshall... I-I"
He heard a knock at his door, "Chase? Are coming to coming to breakfast?" Chase looked up at the window, to see the sun beaming through the curtains. He hadn't realized how quickly time had left him, now that Marshall was back. He turned his head back behind, "I'll-I'll be there in a second." His voice started to break, "Ju-just give me a second."
"Alright..."
"Marshall, I-" he turned his head back over to the Dalmatian he was desperately searching for, was the there no more. His arms were empty, clinging to only to himself, digging into his ribs. He knew that it was all a dream. Just a figment of his imagination. He hoped it was real. He hoped that Marshall was back, that he could have his best friend by his side again. That they could, as if nothing ever happened.
But he was still gone, and just like how Marshall cried into the night, Chase started to cry unto to morning.