TᕼE ᔕᕼEᖇIᖴᖴ'ᔕ ᗪEᑭᑌTY {Y/n the Everything Doll}

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 93 {ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷEYOᑎᗪ} ⭐️

I can not belive it. It's happening.
3 years of writing... this is the end 😭 or is it...?

Y/ᑎ ᑭOᐯ

"I've missed you too Bo." Have I really? I guess have but not this version of her. She's not herself anymore. She's not who I use to find comfort in, she's not my landing pad or you to bounce off of like she was. Woody had taken that spot. And honestly I thought Bo and I had said our goodbyes in the past. I found peace in that, not this.

Although, we're are Andy's toys anymore. The toys I'm surrounded with have changed and things aren't the same in that sense like it use to be. Most of the gang is still with us but that tight knit family feels has drifted these past few years. It's not the same. Maybe it is time to spread my wings. Like I intended to all those years ago after coming from for the plane escape. Maybe I need to change and take a new route of life. Maybe I need a change of scenery, or people who will decrease my view on who I am and what I do. But I've never thought twice about this, I've only felt that gut guilt since she's returned. If being a lost toy means that I'm going to be wrapped in that sadness, is it worth it? Or will it change my life for the better?

Then again, as I stand there and ponder memories of seeing the porcelain doll and rag doll happy together remind me of the sealed deal. I know where I really stand in this situation. I have always felt so useless when thinking about them like this, and in the way I think I knew deep down why. I didn't know where I belong in his life now that she's back for a while... but now, it's all clicking together.

I've always been just the deputy all along.

It's was never going to be the happily ever after I thought it would be. It's not Y/n and Woody, it's Bo and Woody, and just Y/n. So why should I hang around to endure and be an audience member to that. I refuse to return to this state of living. She's the damsel in distress, he's the hero and I'm just there too.

I can't do it. Things aren't the same, they're worse. The wounds are deeper, the scars are cut open and the heartache is crueler.

I can't face them again like I use to. I'm not strong enough... no. I'm not naive enough anymore. I don't have another distraction anymore like Buzz once served as, not that he knows that. I don't have that ability to pretended I don't feel anything for the cowboy. All my feelings have been out on the table or should I say window sill for years now. I guess Woody's were just a coping mechanism, or distraction. Maybe that wasn't the intention initially but now that she's in the picture again, that's what they've developed into.

"I- I can't" I try to excuse her request without letting her know that I can't experience their love and my heartbreak again. Motioning behind me I see the faces of my friends, my family. I still have a purpose in this group. "Bonnie still looks for me. I can't leave her behind or Forky, or these guys."

Bo's face changes, a deep sorrowful pull in her eyebrows. A bittersweet smile graces her face. "Your such a kind toy Y/n." She pulls me into her arms, encasing me into a tight and snug hug.

"Thank you for taking care of him for me."

...Is that truely what she thinks? Was that my purpose in her eyes? Just to take care? All those years ago it was implied that she moved aside for me. It was for once meant to be about me! But now it was just me playing...what... babysitter? I truely believed that I had finally found my spot, my love, my happiness, but now again I've been downgraded as the second, the temporary one....the bridesmaid...

Bo still couldn't step aside, she's just wasn't able to let someone else have a sprinkling of happiness. She could only let them stand beside her, or pull them along. Me, pull be along. Woody and I had happily settled, found peace and happiness with each other. She's ruined everything.