🧸 ֯ ֵ 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿 𝗦 ◣◢ ׁ

It had been a few years since you met the most childish and kind boy in the world. He used to show you his collection of stuffed animals, which was a privilege to see since you shared that taste with him. Most of the time he carried one in his arms. Not wanting to let it go or leave it to someone else, Until the day came when he got tired of carrying it and gave it to you to cradle. You gladly grabbed it because you knew the sentimental value it had.

"Why do you leave it to me and not the others?"
you asked him a little confused, he could order it from anyone and he decided to choose you.
"It's because I trust you."
said softly, it couldn't be more tender.