Woody sat at the windowsill, looking at the full moon. It was January 17, the anniversary of Bo and Woody meeting each other. The stars twinkled as he remembered all the times he had had with her.
The time when he first met her...
The time she had first kissed him...
The time she had been sold...
He sighed as he looked down at the ground, knowing he would have to get inside before Bonnie woke up. He would eventually forget about her, he knew that. But he knew that she would want him to move on, and she may have, already. He went inside, not even looking up.
Bo sat at the windowsill, looking at the full moon. It was January 17, the anniversary of Bo and Woody meeting each other. The stars twinkled as she remembered all the times she had had with him.
The time when she first met him...
The time he had first kissed her...
The time she had been sold...
She sighed as she looked up at the sky, knowing she would have to get inside before the other toys woke up. She would eventually forget about Woody, she knew that. But she knew that she needed him to move on, and so did she. She went inside, not even looking down.
Woody didn't look up. Bo didn't look down. She was in the attic, and Woody was in the bedroom. If only she had looked down, if he had looked up, then everything would be different.
If only they had looked.
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