A silvery beam of moonlight prowled into her open window, through the parted curtains reflecting the wordless agony in her troubled hazel eyes and fell on her silent tears which glistened like sublime droplets of the moon itself. The gentle breeze threatened to carry away these timeless droplets on its wings and away into the cold, dark night. She clutched her precious little stuffed animal close to her aching bosom, stroking its small patch of black hair. He had been her immaculately faithful companion. The one thing (or rather person to her), who would never seek to injure her already wounded heart, intentionally or otherwise. He was the one person she could trust completely to guard that vital organ and this realization came to her each time she held him close to her bleeding heart.

Thus she lay wide awake at this absurd time of the night, completely still except for the occasional tear drop that escaped her brimming eyes, the tiny lifeless animal lying directly above her heart. She felt secure in his dimunitive arms, a sense of comfort and belonging like she had felt with no other living person, and felt as though he would keep the world's harsh cruelty at bay, preventing it from causing her anymore suffering than she needed. He was the only one who eased her smothered qualms, the only one who understood her tranquil silence which was only broken my muted sobs. Her tears dried to a trickle as she continued to grip him in what seemed like an eternal embrace, but with this passive familiarity was an unfathomable apathy that welled up inside her. In her sublime solitude, she had found solace in this inanimate angel, but she had begun to realize that what she saw in him was merely a reflection of all that she would never have, all that she would never dare to dream of having. Despite the depth of her meaningless affection for him, the time had come for her to accept the brutal truth, to rise from her decadent emotions and see him for what he always had been - a stuffed animal. He only lived, in the real sense, in the most soothing realms of her wild fantasies and nothing beyond. Her days would not be filled with subterfuge any longer and she decided to erect protective shields of her own around her fragile existence instead of seeking refuge, ensconced in the darkest corners of her mind. It was time to let him go but she would continue to love him eternally.