Onyx moved slowly towards his friend and sat a foot away. His friend, had sensed his movement and done the same. Staring at each, they both sensed it was time to end the game. Both reach out their hand and touched. Cold, and hard. Not was you would expect a hand to feel like. Onyx sat staring, a slow realization creeping on him. He had spent so many days with his friend, playing their silent game. Each knew every move the other would make as they made it. His friend wasn’t really his friend at all. Onyx thought about his family, and what they had often said to him. What were those words? They didn’t make sense to him, and yet somehow they started to now. Onyx didn’t have the ability to repeat them, but he said them to himself in his head, to his ‘friend’ staring back at him. “You’re a puppy”.