Last Stardust
Quietly with the receding rainfall The night wind, it suddenly withdrawals With my broken heart I stand alone Only silence at my side
TW: death, (response to Luke's death)
Cal slowly walked into the library closing the door behind him, he'd radioed the other librarians to let them know the library would be closed for the day. As well as had put up a sign, with whatever that video had been he didn't trust the computers not to get overwhelmed by people wanting to watch it.
If he was honest though he hardly cared about that, he could hear whines when he walked fully in. He wasn't sure how he'd known she'd be here, but he knew Luke. No foul play. The words echoed in his head as he walked towards his office. He'd swing by the police station tell them that was accurate, because why else would Lady be here?
When he opens the door she bowls him over, barely managing to keep her in his lap. Behind her he can see her things laid out, a bed, along with food and water. Swallowing he presses his face against the side of Lady's neck, she'd been likely to bolt until she seemed to sense the overwhelming anxiety that was creeping on him.
"So my brother decided to stay home instead of coming with, kind of wish he had cause this road is creepy as fuck."
He can feel his shoulders trembling, Mallory's video playing in his head. The fear she'd felt when those things had come for her, she'd called out for him and he hadn't been there. Had Luke felt that same fear? They had dinner together and he hadn't realized how much he'd really been hurting.
He's not sure how long he sits there, just clinging onto Lady. Getting up he grabs her things into a bag, his apartment isn't big enough for a dog really. Maybe Celia would let him stay until they could find something for him and her. Clipping her leash on he walked back out of the library with her bag over his shoulder. Let's her lead him, isn't surprise when she leads him back to Luke's. It's already been cleared out for the most part.
Unclipping her from her leash he let's her go inside before sitting down in front of the house. He'll get her eventually, suddenly understanding more what Luke had meant that it doesn't feel real. Nothing feels real. Pressing his hands against his eyes he feels his shoulders shaking again, swallows back a sob, "Tell Lincoln we said hi," he mumbles to himself.















