One day. Just one day the bunny wanted to stop tears. Stop pain that it felt. Seeing the rose so broken made the bunny reflect on its own broken soul. Just like the rose the bunny was touched,When it shouldn't have been. It felt broken. It felt like a secret to which the bunny could tell no one of who and that it was touched. The bunny just hopped and carried on with life. The bunny knew it couldn't turn to the bunny's own mother for it feared of the reaction and that it would only be worse. The bunny and it's mother never truly had a steady happy relationship. It felt like the mother knew everything about the bunny when it didn't at least not to the bunny. Never really talked much. Never spent too much time together. Never had the perfect happy talkative and girly talk with the mother. But then again what is a perfect mother. In other eyes and body a mother can be perfect in their eyes. But for the bunny it had love and caring but broken and watering eyes. Always felt like the bunny did everything wrong or wasn't good enough. Felt belittled into the broken heart rose it was.
