Hours passed by and the hoomans soon left. Chair didn't know if she felt romantic feelings for Table...yet. He hadn't spoken in a long time. He was just there, doing nothing, looking like he hated everything. He showed that bad boy aesthetic which she wasn't used to. But it didn't put her off.
They soon fell asleep when the Library shut down. The whole hall was filled with white noise. Until Table suddenly woke up and started screaming "DAD!" Chair abruptly woke up with shock. She was trying to gather the words to say while Table was shaking.
"A-Are you o-okay?" Chair asked, collecting her thoughts.
"Y-Yeah. Sorry. J-Just a nightmare..." Table said, rubbings his body.
"Do you wanna talk about it? Would it make you feel better?" Chair requested.
"S-sure. When I was just a young High Chair I had a happy family. My mum is a Coffee Table and my Dad a Dining Table. We were moving houses into a new hooman family. We awaited in a moving van, I was so excited. My mum couldn't get me to calm down aha. When they lifted my dad out..." Table suddenly stopped talking. He took a deep breath and then spoke further.
"The hoomans lifted him out but then one of them tripped. My dad collapsed onto the floor, breaking his legs and arms. My mother wanted to scream but we couldn't show emotion in front of the hoomans. Later that day we both mourned him. I...I miss him" Shedding tears, Chair came closer to him and hugged him.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Table. I want you to know that...even though I don't know you so well. I care about you" Convincing Table, they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Chair and Table
RomanceThis is the most shitpost worthy story I have ever written. It is about a wooden chair falling in love with a table. Their romantic adventure is something some may call inspiring. Please sit back, relax, and please shoot me right between the eyes. T...
