Rescued

It's July 15, a day where he should be happy, out drinking and dancing with his friends. Instead, he is cooped up in his house, a lukewarm cup of coffee in his hand and his dog sleeping by his side. There is nothing he would rather do but feel joy; instead he is staring out the window, a bitter look on his face. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

(Note: I'm not very good at summaries but I hope it doesn't discourage anyone from reading this.)

('Nother note: This is a one-shot)