New Year Surprises
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 such things, do it.
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