He didn't feel so good.
It was the twelfth year since the girl found him. He knew what was coming, but he didn't want to go. He didn't want to hurt his owner. His beloved saviour.
"Mr-aown." He moaned, as he collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw was her, running to him with worry in her eyes.
"Mano..."
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Mano
Short Story"Hey there. What's wrong, little one?" "Mraown." A cliched, yet, sweet story of a girl who meets two beings who change her life in the best way possible.
