A / N: Hello! Well, this is the first fic I translate. Forgive me if the translation is a bit bad ^^" Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Toy Story I do not belong to me. It belongs to Pixar. I just play with the characters. ^ ^
One large bear with the smell of strawberries was looking. She felt stupid. She had been deceived, like everyone else.
- If you try to escape will suffer the consequences...- Lotso smiled- like him.
And with that he dropped something on the floor. A hat. A hat that everyone knew very well ...
... especially her.
Surprise.
Her green eyes were opened with a single blow. A strong tingling began to raise it from head to toe. I could hear voices in the distance, screaming. Shouting a name. The name of the owner of that hat. He opened his mouth for air. Air that seemed to have lost for a second.
Guilt.
Wait a minute. Only time would have changed things. She could have changed. Changing this situation, then, that pain. Let him go. He let go. Allowed to stay away from them ... If I had stopped, if I had asked her to stay ... He'd be here. Be with them. Would be with her ...
Rabies.
Fuego. The blazing heat of anger rose up inside her chest. He clenched his fist tightly, holding her want to scream. His memories went abroad, becoming ashes. Ash died down gradually. Those memories that he kept since he met with so much love so dear. They went on fire. And she could not do anything.
Sadness.
He sat on his knees. He bowed his head. The fire began to fade away. Consuming all I had. All I had. The cold sore was seized. The air of sadness the last ashes blew. Making them disappear. She bit her lower lip, holding back tears, crying conteniedo.
The toy braver than has ever known. The toy that helped, the toy he wanted, he loved the toy ... had left her alone. All alone.
A tear rolled down her cheek resvaló. He extended his hand, pulling it out of the cell. Reached him. Could touch it. He took his hat and passed through the bars. She looked at him.
He had gone ...
... without her being able to say ...
... what I felt for him.
More tears ran down his face, falling on his hat. Her tears broke the silence that had formed in the room. Embraced his hat, hitting him against his chest. It still smelled. Another tear slid to the floor.
- I love you, Woody ...
And Jessie began to mourn again.
What she did not know was that soon would see the owner of that hat.