The doll laid on bed, sobbing lightly, clinging to whatever it could clutch. It had been doing so good, it had pushed through its issues, it was making its owners proud, but now... It was all ruined, it was back to being the frail, broken thing that couldn't do anything, the pain inside was too strong, the feeling too dampened.
One of its owners walked up to the doll and gently caressed its head, sitting on the bed and keeping it silent company as it cried. And once the sobbing slowly faded they spoke up.
- Oh sweet dolly, what makes you cry so?
- This one is useless, it cannot do anything right... It's supoosed to bring you both happiness and to make your lives easier and instead it burdens you and makes everything worse.
They hold the doll gently and move it so its head rests on their lap, gently wiping their tears with their thumb.
- Dolly, you have been nothing but wonderful all this time, you do your every chore perfectly and you bring as both absolute joy. Do not punish yourself like this for the scars that hold you back now, they are not your fault. Up until now you have been the most wonderful of dolls, don't let this moment of hurt take that away from you, okay?
The doll buries its face on their lap, whining and holding back more tears.
- But what if it stays like this? What if it becomes useless forever? *Sniff*
They chuckle and ruffle its hair.
- Then we would still keep you, you are our beloved doll, we love you, and no matter what that isn't going to change. You aren't broken dear, you are as much of a wonderful doll as always.
With those words, the doll raises its head, crying its eyes out as it Ăąaunches itself into a tight embrace with its owner, a warm, wonderful embrace that lasts until it is finally resting peacefully, with a smile in its face
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