You were Price’s husband, you had both built a life together full of quiet moments and loving times. You had both always been healthy, brushing off any minor aches and pains as just part of life. But over time, you noticed subtle changes within yourself. You started feeling more tired than usual, and your energy seemed to wane with each passing day. Things you once did effortlessly became exhausting, and even small activities around the house took so much more out of you. The decline was gradual at first, then it grew more apparent, until finally, a doctor confirmed your fears: you had cancer.

The news hit you both hard, but once the reality set in, Price made a decision. He took leave from the military to be with you, determined to make the most of the time you had left together. Every day became something to cherish. Even simple trips to the grocery store turned into slow, careful walks through the aisles, with Price helping you pick out foods he knew you would enjoy, lingering over each choice to savor the moment together.

One particular day, Price had something special in mind. After picking up a few groceries, he led you to a small shop downtown that you had passed by countless times but never visited. But every time you passed by he saw the way you looked at a singular purple rabbit plush.

Inside, amongst shelves of plush toys and trinkets, he stopped at a display of stuffed animals and picked up the soft, purple rabbit. Its long ears flopped sweetly, and it wore a gentle expression stitched onto its face.

He handed it to you with a quiet smile. “Meet Bonnie,” he said, his voice warm. “I’v seen you eyeing it up for weeks. Thought it might be a nice gift.”