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In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room.

He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ...

"I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest.

Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away.

In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc