I remember a young boy.
Eight, maybe ten years of age.
Hair as golden as the sun.
He often found himself attracted to every girl he'd meet.
He loved holding some stuffed bear.
He didn't care if he was a big boy.
He loved that stuffed bear.
But people kept on making fun of him.
They thought he was too strange.
And so he pretended to be like them.
He hid his emotions and repressed them.
He tried to leave his true self behind for the sake of finding 'true' companions.
But he still loved that bear. That much, he couldn't afford to hide.
But still nobody loved him.
And when he died of an illness at the age of eleven…his emotions festered.
They lived, now wild and free, as a black blob of eternal malice.
And so, to ease the boy's pain, I gave his emotions a chance at life.
His Shadow is no longer a blob.
Now, it is in the form of something that boy would like.
It is now a bear.