Note: This started as an answer to Shadows from the Past's 'Rainy Day' challenge, but ah…I'm not sure it qualifies. Oh heck, read it anyway.

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All was quiet in the house. The living room was empty. Empty, except for the two toys taking an evening walk together.

"It really was a lovely sunset," said Bo. She had her arm linked through Woody's. Earlier on Andy's desk, they had sat together, watching the May sun go down and the colorful pink and purple streaks stripe the sky.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was nice." The moon was full and hanging low; it could be seen through the window. It cast its light into the room, giving everything an almost dreamy glow.

Woody turned to say something to Bo, but his voice caught in his throat. He could actually feel the lump. Bo looked at him, concern on her face. "What? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," he shook his head. He had always known she was beautiful, but something was different tonight. It must be the moon, he realized. It was illuminating her white skin into a blue radiance and making her eyes sparkle in the light.

"Bo…"

"What?"

"It's just that…" he faltered. "You…look…nice."

"Oh," she smiled, but she looked a little disappointed. "Nice."

"Yeah," Woody rubbed the back of his head. She moved a little closer, and he felt his face flush.

"Well, thank you. For saying that."

"Y-you're welcome." Unconsciously, he began to move his face a little closer to hers. He didn't realize how close they were until they were almost nose to nose. Bo closed her eyes and tilted her head upward. Immediately, Woody felt his heart hammer. Was this it? Were they finally going to…

He closed his eyes. Her breath, he realized, smelled sweet like candy. He placed his hand on her cheek and…

Stopped. Coward! He admonished himself. Bo opened her eyes. When she saw that he had pulled away, her face fell.

"We really should go back to the bedroom." Woody said in a low monotone. "If Andy wakes up and sees that I'm not there…"

"I understand." Bo said quickly. She turned toward the window. "Will you give me a minute?"

"Sure." Woody walked to the open archway that led out into the hall. He stopped on the other side and moved to where she couldn't see him.

Why? Why couldn't he kiss her? He wanted to. He had always wanted to. She doesn't deserve me, he thought. I can't even get up the guts to ask her to be mine. She needs someone strong and brave. Someone who isn't afraid of losing our friendship over this…these feelings that we have. Well, that I have anyway.

It'll never happen, he told himself. I might as well give up now. It was over, he decided. No more attempts to tell her the truth. No more "almosts." If I can't now, I never will.

In the living room, Bo had sunk to the floor. She buried her face in her hands and wept. If we can't now, we never will…