It's been too long

Peace

I've stayed away for far too long.
I returned to the old broken down building, I stayed away so I can let my mind off things and to let them go, but my midnight nightmares just wouldn't let me be at peace until I knew that they were at peace.
I miss them.

I trailed and hiked back, this alone, ghost town like bulding, in what what seemed to be somekind of hidden and forgotten forest.
I enter, trying not to breathe in the dank and husky air.
It's just as I remember.

The walls beige and breaking, the tables and chairs set aside each wall, the windows being the only source of light, almost reaching to the center, where it sat.
Three seats set infront of the empty stage. The middle seat being occupied, by the thing that I miss so much.

Stiches.

Stiches was the name that the vessel had held.
A 5"10 bear sat. It's vessel held nothing anymore, it was empty.
Stiches looked like the work of patch work, having purple or blue stitches connecting every joint in it's body. Even some that separated the two colors down from it's face to it's soft belly.
Blue was the dominant color for the right side, on the top of the blue halfs head was a smol tilted blue top hat, completed with a blue ribbon that sealed the base of the hat, the stitches on the left side where all purple.

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urple was the color that dominated the left side, a thick curl of purple hair covered a bit of the blue top hat at the front, it was soft and shiny. All of the stitches on the left side where blue.

Pink cheeks that didn't look as obviously as the other stitching, instead it looked neatly sewn on. The nose and mouth were neatly sewn on two, with a bright yellow... Permanent teddy bear smile.
There were also stitches beneath the eyes, it connected the snout to the face with interlocking purple and blue stitching.

The hands, sewn on bowtie, and feet were yellow, and there was a speaker right in the middle of the belly.

It's eyes were no empty, neither opened or closed.
"Stiches... I...," I couldn't think of words to say, all I could think of saying was "I've missed you", but I couldn't bring myself to say it because they weren't even here anymore, neither of them.
I brought myself to sit at the left side of the bear.
I looked up.
Empty.
Quiet.
But always smiling.
I'm happy that they're at peace now, I really am, now they can finally rest without anger or confusion or all of the unexplainable things those souls went through.

But I miss them, is it wrong to miss them? I don't know. I loved how the blue side of Stitches always had a calm, happy atmosphere, and always tried to make things right for every one. And the purple side of Stitches was just as good, so much fun to be around with, always so creative and kind to everyone.
I miss being with them, talking to them, about life.
The reason they were still there was becuase they still didn't know how they died, and their souls burned with a fiery curiosity to find out what they were and what happened to them, becuase they were not always two souls, they used to be one.

I extend my hand to feel the soft fabric of the left side's cheek. Through it's been years since it's been outside you can differently tell that all that being inside wasn't enough to prevent a little bit of wearing down.
"So soft," I whispered to myself.
They were at peace after they found out what happened to them. This suit always had a yellow smile, always.
I hug the empty bear, cold and limp, but I hug it always, remembering all the memorys I have of them, good amd bad.

Peace.
They were finally at peace.