Two

There was one little puffball, sitting alone, moving along his timeline individually, wanting and needing to be separate from everyone else.

Then suddenly, there was another. He barged his way in to the other's singular life without regret or reason, attaching himself and holding tight. He was one who could not be alone, who needed someone, and who saw that the first needed a second.

And for some reason it became a reasonable thing that there was two.

The first could not be rid of the second, and after a while, didn't want to be.