Valkyrie Ice McGill

Memoir of a Teddy Bear

Her name was Amelia, and I loved her. I watched as the doctor disconnected her life support and wished I had been made with the ability to cry. Her arms still wrapped around me and holding me tight gradually grew colder as the warmth and last lingering traces of life left her, and it truly started to sink into my processors that my beloved owner was gone. That smile that always dazzled me, that laugh that had always warmed my circuits, it was all gone. She would never clutch me to her chest in bed at night, never whisper girlish secrets into my fuzzy ears, or sit me across from her as she held a tea party ever again. My entire reason for existing was gone.