asianchibi99
He would kill for his life. It wasn't much of a morals issue, he was not heartless, but he valued his life more than anything else. He could put a gun to his friend's head, he could apologize, but the trigger would still be clicked back and he would live. Ironically, he was striving to understand the full meaning of life and he swore that would not die until he found it.
Thinking about it, she has had the thing since she was a chubby, babbling toddler. At the local store, she had begged her father with nonsensical whines and tugs to buy the pale, wide-eyed stuffed rabbit and shrieked when he had initially refused. When she brought him, the rabbit, home, her mother thought it was wrong for her to name the toy 'Puppy'. There was a talk about a species difference, a vague mentioning of bunnies and something else about the food chain. However, she would have none of that. Puppy had the perfect ring to it, and she knew that the glass eyes sparkled even more when she called it that.
Now, looking at the aged, worn 'Puppy' that lay at the bottom of her shelf brought back a sentiment of nostalgia and little bit of longing. She sighed, she chuckled, and ran through the matted fur once again.
"It's a miracle that you're still with me, Puppy, when everyone else has left."