tho not the case in this current story, it would be amusing to see a doll announce that it was coming back home and then to immediately knock on the door after the call! ehehe

"I love you. Thank you for being so patient with me."

'Of course, my doll. Expect nothing less. I love you too."

And then.

The call ends.

The witch is beaming. But he does his best to sound composed.

"Alrighty then. I look forward to seeing you again."

"Me too, my witch."

Quiet passes again.

And then...

And responds.

"You're okay. You've done nothing wrong."

"Can I move back in?"

The witch's face lights up.

"Of course you can. Do you need any help?"

"No. I have everything handled."

"Just like when you moved out?"

"Just like when I moved out."

The witch can't help but smile.

"I missed you, too. So so so so much."

Another moment passes.

And then the witch continues.

"Did you need something, my doll?"

Quiet from across the line.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

The witch's heart drops.

He closes his eyes.

The phone rings.

The witch recognizes the number.

He steadies himself.

Steels himself for what the conversation could bring.

And...

He answers the phone.

"Sir?"

"Yes, my doll?"

A moment passes.

And then an audible sigh from across the line.

"I missed you."

But if distance is what his doll needs, he will respect it.

No matter how badly he wants it back.

It deserves nothing less than his very best.

...

Even if he really feels lonely.

A witch.

His doll has moved out.

...

It's been... A long time since they had started living together.

And now his home feels... Empty.

...

this one is glad that Sae likes the story, even if it's a bit painful awawa!

A bit of silence passes between them.

"I love you, Sir."

The witch loops up.

A hint of a smile.

"I love you too, my doll."

The witch fidgets a bit more.

"Just... Know that you're always welcome here."

"I know. I'll be back, more than likely. I just... Need a little space. Not your fault."

"Okay..."

"Sir?"

"Yes, my doll?"

"I think... That I need to live apart from you for a little while."

...

"... Very well."

The witch fidgets.

"Would you... Do you..."

"I have it all handled."

The witch nods.

"Okay, then... When will you be moving out?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay, then..."

this one adores this little description! this one is grateful to Flyer for writing it!♪♫

there's nothing wrong with responding to its old stories! rather, this one is glad that it's still being seen!

this one will do its best to continue to write! this one is grateful to Unreal for the support!

much love in return! ♥💜

"Yes. Thank you."

"Of course. If you need anymore space, just tell me."

"I will... Thank you for being safe, Sir."

"You deserve safe."

The doll smiles.

"Sir?"

"Yes, my doll?"

"I think... that I need a bit of space from you."

...

"Okay, then."

The witch scoots over to the opposite end of the couch.

"Is this better?"

pedestals do create distances that are difficult to surmount. this one has had many idols before, and it never was able to get truly close to them.

tho perhaps that was for the best.

who knows, who knows.

a wonderful narration as always! this one is grateful to Emi! :>

this one is cheering for Emi! this one doesn't know what kind of mark it's going to leave on the world, if any awawa it just hopes to reach as many entities as possible with its stories awawa

a wonderful narration as always! this one is grateful for Emi's efforts!

in the original dream this one had, there was an infection of some sort that was being transmitted! and, in this case, the transmission vector was the cat!

this one didn't even think of the possibility when it first wrote this story! it came from a dream sequence it had!

this one would like to imagine that the doll thinks that it was worth it, even tho this has become a serious exposure incident!

And, almost immediately after, it blacks out.

The witch pulls out a small, short cylinder, opens it, rubs their fingers in the petroleum jelly-like substance, opens the doll's mouth and rubs it on its tongue.

"How do you feel?"

The doll...

Suddenly grows dizzy.

"Vertigo," it manages out.

The doll coughs.

And, almost immediately, its vital signs start to waver wildly.

The witch rushes over.

"How were you exposed?"

The doll, between intensifying coughs, manages a, "There was a cat."

"Where cat?"

"I don't know."

"Well that makes my job a little bit harder."

this one can hear it! it makes sense!

Proof that, despite everything, they still love each other.

And so.

A doll that says, "I love you."

And a witch that responds, "I love you too."

Need I say more?

"I love you," says the doll.

"I love you too," says the witch.

A quiet exchange. Common, but necessary.

A reminder that, through all their struggles, they still love each other.

Even when the night grows deep and their doubt grows strong.

Nowadays, it wears them proudly. And, inevitably, it finds itself questioned about them.

Why won't it hide them?

It's spent too much of its life being afraid of what it is.

But now it isn't.

It is loved.

Scars and all.

A doll with scars.

It used to self harm. It isn't ashamed of that fact.

It remembers how it used to hide them. How it used to be ashamed. Like it was some sort of weakness that it had to resort to such methods.

Then you can punish it however you see fit!

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