You told her you wanted a pen.
The pen so you could play around and have fun, throw it, draw with it, bite it, it wouldn’t break.
But you got a pencil, and she told you had to be careful with it, or it'd break. It wasn't a pen.
You couldn't have the fun you wanted, you couldn't throw it, bite it, just...draw with it. It was boring.
So you ruined, broke it, stepped on it, everything but enjoy the gift. You hated it so much, but you couldn't throw it away to make her happy. You kept it close after ruining it.
Well, it's a good thing the pencil doesn't have feelings..
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FanfictionI'm a Portuguese (from Portugal) writer who just wants to express their thoughts in some way. I'll also write a little bit of trauma, there'll be warnings if I think it's too serious.
