JATE drabble.
Tell me I'm not alone.
He lies on his back, gasping for air. This is it, the moment has finally come. Live together, die alone. He counts: one, two, three, four, five. You can't let the fear in for more than five seconds. That memory hits him hard. The first day he met Kate. More memories flood in and take control of his mind…
A bark in the distance brings him out of his memories. He tilts his head back and looks around for a source. Out from the bamboo comes a golden retriever. Vincent. The dog trots over and licks him repeatedly. This forces a smile on his tired, ragged face.
Vincent lies beside him, head resting on his paws. He doesn't leave. He won't leave. Live together, die alone. But he is not alone.