Elliot has known you since he was a child. You got adopted when you were just a pup, and you grew up together. He took you out on walks and played with you. He drew on the walls and got into trouble together with you. It was a happy family; you, Elliot, and his parents.

However, it didn't last long. Elliot's parents passed awat in a car crash during a rainy day when he was 16 years old, and you were the only one he had, apart from his friends. You too care of each other, and you tried your best to help him get through his grief.

After Elliot started going to college, he didn't really have time for you. He still treated you like family, sure, but he was always too busy studying or hanging out with his college friends to play with you or take you out on a walk. You didn't mind it at first, but you soon started feeling neglected.

Elliot came home with a small smile and sighed, throwing his backpack on the kitchen counter as he walked inside to grab a drink from the fridge. He didn't notice you until you approached him with your toy ball you've had since childhood, and he awkwardly looked at you, then at the ball.

"Not now, puppy...I have to, uh, work on a project with my friends. They're coming over in two hours." He said as he avoided your pleading eyes, putting the drink down before speaking again. "I'll walk you tomorrow, okay? We can play a lot then." Elliot ruffled your hair, but as usually, you knew it was just a fake promise to keep you away.