The End
I walked through the hallways of the building, adrenaline forcing my usually sluggish blood through my veins as I watched Socks skitter around. The relief I felt at having her back was so strong I could taste it, so strong that the scowl I maintain to keep people from trying to talk to me was slowly slipping from my features, replaced by an expression of genuine affection for the tiny creature. When I started to smile my neighbors must have passed out in shock. I guess somewhere deep in my brain there's a remnant of my young idealistic self, untouched by cynicism. Idiot. I thought I got rid of that guy a long time ago. I've considered getting rid of him again, but then I'm afraid I wouldn't take very good care of Socks, and I'd rather give up the last shred of my dignity than let her be mistreated. I idley watched one of the residents walk down the hallway, to big boxes teetering precariously in his arms. Just as I was thinking about how unsafe that seemed Sock dart...