The guy behind the counter scratches his neck. “Are you being serious?” Her face is stoic. “Absolutely. I never kid about teddy bears.

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.