13. “Stay.”
Done!! Thank you so much for the request ❤
It takes him a stupid amount of time to realize that she isn’t coming back, that this time, he’s really been abandoned for good.
Ayato’s owner had taken him to a park, small and isolated, out of the way. He’d been so happy that she’d taken him out for once, instead of leaving him locked up somewhere dark and alone because he could never be good enough. But then, she’d had him sit down beside a bench, told him that she’d be right back, and to ‘stay’ and be good until she returned.
The sky had gone dark since then, and she wasn’t back yet.
Ayato had spent a while being patient, hoping that she wouldn’t leave him here for too long, that she’d be back soon and would take him somewhere else nice. But time had passed, slow due to boredom, and Ayato had begun to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’d gone from patiently waiting to squirming anxiously, eyes fixed on the street nearby.
He’d hoped, though, that the feeling was wrong. He’d hoped that he was just being too needy again, and that she’d be back and take him home, and maybe only complain a little that he’d made trouble for her again.
But the park only grows darker. The air only gets colder. She doesn’t return, and Ayato starts to think that he’s going to be sick.
He’s waited so long that he’d never find her, Ayato thinks, panicking. He hasn’t walked these streets before, and he’d never find his way home now. Even if he got up and forced himself to try to get back to her on his own, he wouldn’t make it. Shaking from cold and fear, Ayato stumbles over broken thoughts on what he could possibly do now.
It’s sinking in, little, by little, that he’s been abandoned. Maybe, maybe she hopes he won’t make it back. Maybe he’s finally been thrown away like she always threatened she would. Fear rises bitter in the back of Ayato’s throat. She always just shut him in a room when she was angry before, only threatened to leave him somewhere and not come back. Ayato realizes that his hands are shaking. He feels close to throwing up.
So he lays down, dirt hard under his chest, and curls up. If he stays here, if he’s good, someone will come back for him.
She told him to be good, and this time, he’ll be sure to obey.
He wishes she’d take him back. Even if she had to beat him like his birth home did when he was bad, it would be better than being all alone. Like this, no one would ever want him again. Everyone would know that he’d been thrown away, no owner would want to deal with something so rotten.
There’s panic tightening his chest, making it hard to breathe. Ayato forces himself to stay low and curled up, to keep himself warm. Someone will be back for him, they have to. Even if it’s not her, someone.
And he’ll be patient and good until then.
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