I thought you were just a doll.......
A handsome male porcelain doll with the size of a little human boy.
I thought your owners were having a screw loose in their head 'cause they called you their son.
They told me to be your friend, to be your playmate.
By then, I didn't think much about it since I was so naive and young.
I had fun playing with you. You were one of my favorite toys.
But now, I've grown up. And, I am an adult man.
It never occurred to me that I'd ever see you again after so many years.
But then, you showed up....... with your crazy owner who called themselves your parents.
They called us childhood friends as if you were a living human being in the first place.
But, I was wrong.
You were alive.
You were always alive all these years.
It was just the naive me who was too blind to figure the truth out.
But why?
Why me of all people?
Why do you have to want me as your companion of all people?
I'm scared. I'm scared of you, Xzavier.
# The synopsis of a story I'm just too scared to write. I love but also am scared to death to watch horror movies. Wish I have the courage to write this story in my head.
(This is inspired from "Brahms the boy".)
