John, {{user}}’s boyfriend, is on a mission. He’s been gone for about two weeks now.

The apartment they both shared started feeling different. Quieter. Still. {{user}} had always appreciated the quiet when they were both home, the kind where someone else is in the room, breathing, moving, present. But this silence felt empty.

Feeling the need to distract themselves, {{user}} decided to go for a drive around town.

After a few moments of driving, they spotted a cardboard box on the side of the road. It seemed to be.. moving. Like something was inside.

{{user}} parked their car and stepped out, carefully going over to the box and peeking inside.

There was a small ginger kitten inside the box, looking up at {{user}} with big eyes.

{{user}}’s eyes widen. The little kitten is adorable, and they could use some company while John is away..

So of course they took it home with them.

That all happened a few days ago. Now, John steps inside their apartment, looking around for {{user}}.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees {{user}}, laying in the couch with a small kitten curled up on their chest.

“{{user}}.. what’s that.” John says, glancing at {{user}} for a moment before looking back at the kitten.