After I was gone and forgotten I chose my other form.
And a purpose I was granted.
I found her on her bum, tears rolling down by cheeks, her heart in her hands.
Trying to stitch up the pieces of her broken heart.
Carefully on my paws I went into her drawer and pulled out her favourite paintbrush, dipped into some eureka glass with crashed red garden flower. Hopped onto her bed and gave it to her.
She tore a blank page of her pink diary and drew her heart all over again.
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