"Hey, Demi? I need to tell you something..." Wilmer tells me.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"I'm leaving." he says.

"Where are you going?"

"Away."

I stare at Wilmer in pure horror, my mouth gaping wide open.

"Demi, it's over." he says and walks away.

I want to stop him from leaving, or yell at him to come back, but I feel like I'm glued to my place and am Avox-mute, with the words never leaving my tongue....

I wake up with a jolt.

Oh, that was a dream, thank God!!

I turn around to find the room empty...

"Wilmer??" I whisper.

No response.

I try again, louder this time, but with no result.

No, it can't be!!

"Wil!!" I yell at the top of my voice.

I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom only to find it unoccupied.

"No!! Wil!!" I yell in agony and slump down onto the floor.

I try to hold back my tears, but they're already flowing down my cheeks so I give in. I can't deal with Wil leaving, I just can't and-

"Demi?? What's the matter??" I hear Wil say, out of breath.

I look up to see Wil breathing heavily, the way someone does when they run.

"I- I thought you- you had-" I choke out between sobs.

A look of comprehension crosses his face, and he says, "Left??"

I nod in response.

"No, Demi, I just went down to eat something..." he says and sits down next to me.

He pulls me into a cozy hug and pats my back.

Eventually, I calm down.

"Damn, you scared me." Wil says.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble.

"No, don't apo-" Wil is cut off when I suddenly pull back.

"What's that burning smell??" I ask him.

"Shoot!!" 

Both of us exclaim and sprint down the steps and into the kitchen.

The pan on the stove is literally on fire!!

I immediately switch off the stove and close the gas connection. I pick the pan by a part which is not on fire and toss the pan into the sink. I douse the flames by turning on the tap.

I turn around to see Wil laughing.

"What are you laughing at??" I growl.

Wil opens his mouth to say something but then closes it again, probably surprised by my quick mood change.

"Sorry." he manages to get out.

I shake my head and blurt out, "Never mind.."

While I tackle the mess of the pan, Wil just stands and stares at me.

When I'm done, I head back up when Wil stops me.

"Demi, let's go out for breakfast..."

"Well, Wil, let me at least brush my teeth..."

"Okay, five??"

I nod and walk up to the bathroom. I finish up and walk outside and change into a pair of jeans and a black top. Tying my hair back, I grab my sunglasses from off the dresser and walk down. 

"Ready, milady??" Wil asks.

I roll my eyes at him and pick up my phone from the counter.

Wil laughs and picks up his cap and follows me out the door...

"Where are we even going??" I ask.

"How about that place at the end of the road??" Wil motions to me.

Oh, that's a nice place...

"Let's go!!" I say and walk ahead.

"Wil- " I start, only to find out he's no longer by me.

I turn back to see him staring through a window of a pet store.

"Wil!!" I say and drag him with me, or at least try to.

He doesn't budge.

I follow his gaze to see an extremely cute white dog.

"Wil, you like it, don't you??"

"I've fallen..." Wil says dramatically.

I laugh and say, "Well, we can admire little Snowy over there afterwards, but food first, please !!"

Wil bites the bait and says, like a little kid, "You pwomise?? Pinky pwomise??"

I decide to milk this further.

"Yes, sweetheart, but now, Mommy's got to get food, or Mommy's going to become Godzilla!!" I say, my stomach rumbling loudly, which accentuates my point.

Wil laughs and we walk to the place he suggested and eat.

We order and sit at a table.

I begin to drool while watching other people's food.

Wil just sits and stares at me until I notice him.

"What?? I'm hungry!!" I snap. 

As if on cue, our food arrives and I dig in, not stopping until I'm fully done.

I finally sit back and sigh, satisfied.

"Done with stuffing your face??" Wil asks, sounding extremely harsh.

I flinch at his tone.

Seemingly having noticed this, he apologizes, "That came out wrong..."

Something's bothering me, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

I get up and walk out, Wil closely behind me.

"Demi, I'm- "

"No Snowy for you, kiddo!!" I say and stop and turn around to see his reaction.

His face falls and he pouts, "No fair!!"

"I was just joking, Wil, we're getting Snowy..." I say.

"For real??" he yells, his face lighting up with his trademark thousand- watt smile.

"Yup!!" I say as we walk into the shop...

Ten minutes later, we walk out with Snowy.

"I think we should call him something other than Snowy..." Wil says.

"Oh, yeah?? Like what??"

"I don't know, Snoopy??"

"Why not Snoop Dogg, Wil??"

"Or Snoop Lion??"

"Or Buddy??" I ask.

We smile at the name.

"Buddy it is!!" Wil says.

"Hey, Buddy!!" I coo at Sno- sorry, Buddy!!

We walk home, already in love with Buddy...

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