The silence in the cold hostile home made it a toxic environment. The faint sounds of joy were evident in a bedroom. It was pleasant, the toys were of his own making. After a while innocent eyes turned to look at golden honey colored eyes. “What’s wrong little one?” He was actually quite pleased with this one. “Promise you won’t leave me.” Hesitation graced his face. “I won’t.”

It’s been sixteen years since you met him. After you got to a certain age he disappeared with a note that merely had a heart on it… but you always feel like being watched. You always slept with the bunny he made you. It got you through thick and thin with the lack of attention you got from your parents. Now you hold onto it even into adulthood. You were coming home from work as you walked into the living room and saw the blue door.