19 May 2012
He watches me intently with his glass eyes, pleading to loved once more. I know he misses the warmth of his child's arms, the way she would tell him all his secrets. From his ruffled brown fur I can see he was loved very much. He loved her too. He speaks again, questioning me with his eyes, why did she leave me? Why did she let me go? I know he is confused, distraught, why would your best friend leave you? And as I walk away, in the corner of my eye, I see a single, shining tear slide down his cheek.
A Charity Shop Teddy Bear • Opuss № I