Sally had learned numerous times that everyone leaves. No one is there for good. Everyone in her life had left. Whenever another person left it created a new hold in her heart, a new wound. But she’d gotten better about not letting anyone in. People had to work hard to get their way into her wall. Admittedly she believed she would be better off alone for the rest of her life. That’s how screwed over she believed she was. The relationships she’d had had lead her to believe that it would be impossible for someone to love her. For someone to want to stay in her life. But their were moments where she couldn’t deny the longing for companionship. Sally wanted to be loved, maybe she was afraid to be loved, but she wanted it. Every now and then, when she would wander through the park she would see the couples out for walks, and her heart would give a small pang.
After her class for the day, she gathered up her things, various papers and notebooks. Sally had her moment of disorganization, but all in all she was a well-organized person. With her stuff in hand, most of it except for a few papers and a notebook tucked into her bag, she made her way out of her classroom. Rounding the corner somewhere near the music room, she was caught off guard by a happy-go-lucky Dalmatian dog. The circled around her legs, knocking her off balance and to the floor in a mess of papers. Laughing she scratched behind the dogs ears. “Well aren’t you adorable.” Even though she was sure that dogs weren’t allowed on campus, she had a weakness for them, especially this one really, because it reminded her of Melvin— the stuffed Dalmatian that she’d had since she was little. Sally sat with the dog for a little while, not having bothered to check it’s collar yet, before beginning to gather up her papers. She faintly heard footsteps coming over to her, probably the owner of the dogs. “You know, I think pets aren’t allowed in classrooms.” She teased, still looking down at her papers as she gathered them, a soft smile on her face.
Roger sat leisurely at his desk, getting all his lessons planned out before he officially started teaching his classes. He hummed a little tune to himself as he waited for the day to come to an end. Coming to Scotland had been a big decision for the trumpet player. He was going to make it big and be a widely known musician. But his dreams had soon come to an end as he wasn’t talented enough to make things get going. As his thoughts began to stray from his work, his Dalmatian, Eisenhower had wandered off somewhere. “Where in the?” he wondered to himself, getting up to search for his pet.
Just as he exited the room, Roger heard a loud thump and the sound of papers scattering everywhere. Running to aid whoever Eisenhower had ran over, he saw a woman with sandy brown hair sitting on the ground. Her papers scattered around her as she scratched behind his Dalmatian’s ears and told him how adorable he was. Roger sat back idly, watching the woman with a certain kind of content that only came with someone who yearned of a partner in crime but was unable to obtain one. At the comment, he laughed a bit, bending down to help her pick the papers up. “Eisenhower, back,” he told the dog, “Yeah, but rules were made to be broken,” he mused, standing straight once again.