Always Be With You

Drawn by Curiosity

Without the presence of his knight friend, Boboiboy went back to the old shop after realizing he was empty-handed. He was not sure if he had already paid the two dolls or does he want to go and apologize to what his friend had said to the lady they had met.

Stepping again near the doorway, he felt a different aura- it was heavier than he last remembered. Opening the wooden door with a quiet creaking sound, a humid atmosphere welcomed him. He looked at the afternoon sun rays on the the old windows and thought that it was already sundown. He heard the busy street continuing livelier than before.

He cleared his dry throat and uttered an unfamiliar hoarse voice, "Hello, miss?"

No one answered and the atmosphere around him got heavier with each step he took towards the counter. He felt that all of the shiny and blank eyes from the dolls were throwing him judging and hateful glares. He listened carefully but later noticed the two orange dolls he had chosen before were tossed at the corner of the quiet room.

Boboiboy went close to them and picked up the lighter doll whom he believed was Mary. He went near to the other heavier one which was lying badly on the floor - left eye badly broken by which he believed was being hammered by something.

Looking at the doll, he shivered at the bad feeling inside him. A quiet creek was heard at the counter and he quickly went near it. He couldn't see anyone there so he decided to peek  at the end. There, underneath the wooden desk, a long wavy brown hair welcomed him. Walking inside the counter, the prince saw the lady quietly playing the black hair of her doll.

She was on a pout, brown eyes blank while playing with her doll's hair. He saw her poking on the doll's blue eyes and then later touching her broken eye.

The young lady was still quiet although it was clear that she had been crying. She was curled up and her pink dress complemented everything about the silent pain and trauma that she have.

Boboiboy felt sad, "I'm sorry."

The lady didn't seem to hear and notice him, she was still looking at the doll's shiny blue eyes. He went near her curled up figure and sat a few centimeters away from her. He began talking, "I'm sorry for what my friend had said. He's always being protective about me to the point of hurting other's feelings." He looked at the lady's brown and blank eyes. It took her a moment to realize that there was somebody in the shop - and he is near her!

She immediately scampered away after throwing the doll from her hands. This made the man chuckling, "Relax. It's okay. I won't hurt you."

Her surprised eye started to flare a deep anger, and to him, it was cinematic! He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry." He stood and bowed, "I'm here to say sorry for what my friend had said to you. I am deeply sorry, miss."

"Get out." Her heavy breathing was heard.

But something in him is tugging. To him, her expressions were powerful. They showed clear feelings - the anger, the loneliness, the horror, and sadness flashing right back at him. To him, it was rare.

She is rare.

He gave her his most comforting smile, hoping he could help her. It is a bit weird why he wants to linger around for a little more.

He showed her the two orange dolls on his hands, "I forgot to take them."

Her brown eyes flashed a confused look before reacting, "You can't take her! She's broken! You can choose another one."