Well... I was listening to a song and then got reminded of when I wrote a sad scene, while listening to that song.
But the story was about a girl named Victoria, who wanted to create a tiny robot that kind of looked like a Barbie doll.
She made the robot and named it Mary.
And Victoria also had a cat named Snowball.
I don't remember much about that story and well... it is a story that I decided not to finish, and I also deleted it.
But I did write the sad scene in my diary.
Not sure why, but maybe because that part was a spoiler.
This scene might not be that well-written (it might be sadder in my head than on the pages), but oh my goodness, re-reading this actually almost makes me cry.
I translated this from my native language.
This is from Mary's point of view.
The scene:
10 years later, Snowball is not as healthy as he used to be.
His fur is rumply and worn out.
He is sleeping in the cardboard box.
I walk over to him and start petting him.
He wakes up and gets up.
He meows in pain and has one of his hind legs up.
He walks to Victoria's bedroom.
The bedroom door is open.
He looks at one of the closets.
The closet door isn't open, and he starts meowing and scratching the closet.
"What do you want?" I ask him.
He meows that he wants to come inside.
Why does he want to come in? I don't understand.
I just start to pull the closet. It opens.
He walks slowly inside the closet and lies down.
Maybe he only wants to sleep inside.
Alright then, you may sleep there.
I walk inside too.
I start sitting next to him.
He puts his front legs around me and hugs me.
He starts meowing.
I caress his chin.
He purrs and slowly closes his eyes.
I stay seated and caress him more.
He suddenly stops purring.
He is lying still and has stopped breathing.
He meows softly.
Maybe he is saying goodbye.
If I had real eyes, the tears would have fallen down.
I pet him one last time and get out.
I have to tell Victoria what has happened.
