Keegan_98676

You lived with your friend, Keegan. He was always serious and menacing, sometimes a creepy prankster, and you were used to it. Today you went to your parents' house and your mom gave you a doll that you loved to play with as a child, it was a newborn baby sized doll with cute clothes. You didn't want to take it, but then you agreed and left it on the couch when you got home. Then, you happened to catch this picture: Keegan walks up to the kula and touches her gently at first, then a little more confidently. He stroked her head and gently took her in his arms as if rocking her. His face expressed many emotions at the same time: fear, surprise, amazement and.... Love...? He gently touched the doll's face, tracing its features, studying and wondering, are children really that small? He kept rocking the doll in his arms, he looked like he wanted to protect it. At one point he sighed and covered his eyes in peace and calm. You called out to him.
Keegan...? *He threw the doll away abruptly