The two china dolls sat on opposite ends of the shelf, gazing at each other longingly. They knew that as inanimate objects, their love could never be. But they couldn't help the way they felt. Every day, they watched as their owners played with them, wishing they could hold hands and dance together.
One day, the dolls' wish was finally granted when they were bought by a kind-hearted girl who placed them side by side on her windowsill. From then on, they spent every moment basking in each other's presence, finally able to express the love they had kept locked away for so long.
The china dolls were the happiest they had ever been, and every day was a new adventure as they explored the world from their perch on the windowsill. They watched the seasons change, the birds fly by, and the people pass by on the street below. They whispered secrets to each other, giggled at silly jokes, and basked in the warm sunshine.
As the years passed, the china dolls grew old and their paint began to chip. They knew that their time together was limited, but they didn't let that get them down. They held each other close, cherishing every moment they had left.
Finally, one day, the china dolls' owner grew up and moved away. She packed the dolls away in a box and placed them in the attic, where they sat for many years. But even in the darkness, the dolls' love remained strong. They knew that they were together forever, in life and in death.
The china dolls were never separated again, and even as their bodies grew more and more fragile, their love for each other never faded. They held on to each other tightly, their painted hands grasping at the other's with all the strength they had left.
And when their bodies could no longer withstand the test of time, they crumbled to dust, their spirits united in a love that had sustained them through everything. They were together forever, two china dolls who had fallen in love and never looked back.
