Alive In The Lights

He was shaking like a maraca. The typical shivering chihuahua. He was a fool to be acting like this, but it wasn't something he felt he could control. Maybe he would be able to, but he hadn't been around too many storms. He always tried to avoid them as much as he could, because they would always bring on those memories. As he lied there pressing against the wall, he didn't quite notice that she had followed. He seemed lost in his own miserable world, and even when she lied down with him and put her head on his back, the man didn't budge.

It wasn't until she started trying to smooth down his fur, trying to comfort him the best she could that he felt something and froze. What was this complete stranger doing? why was she doing it? This was totally foreign to him. The only ones who had ever done this were his mother and sometimes his sisters. He missed it...that he couldn't deny. He had kept himself away from any and all physical contact unless it was a fight, but contact like this? He hadn't felt it in years.

After a few agonizingly long minutes, he would finally try to gather himself enough to turn his head slightly her way. Blue eyes searching her, a near apologetic look finding it's way. "I'm...sorry...I must seem like a fool acting like this.." He sighed, a whine slipping past his lips as his ears flicked back and forth with uncertainty. He could no longer hear the outside world. Just his own hammering heartbeat and both of them breathing. He fought to regain control of himself, but his mind still raced with irrational thoughts. He needed a distraction, and she seemed to be helping with that...