She never expected it to be like this. A flood of emotions crashed through her, ripping out her soul. It was his already, though. Every ounce of her being belonged to him. His tender touch. Warm, safe, calming blue eyes. Mischievous curve of his mouth. He was perfect. He was meant for her, and she him. She knew he was the one.
“I’ll take him,” she told the pet store clerk.
This short was inspired by FOWC with Fandango – flood