I’m just here to enjoy a cozy day in my favorite bear hoodie 🐻💛 Who else loves comfy, cute, and warm? Let’s make today sweet.

“The Last Paw Print”

First Person POV — I am here.

They said it was just a costume. A silly little bear hoodie with paw prints stitched all over like some kind of child’s dream. They didn’t know… they didn't see. The moment I slipped into those fuzzy sleeves—the way my fingers curled around them as if clutching a secret—I knew: This wasn’t playful.

This was a trap.

And now? Now I’m alone on this bridge overlooking the old temple garden—not because I chose to be, but because the last person who could’ve saved me... disappeared behind that wooden railing at dawn.

My breath is shallow, my pulse pounding against my ribs like a drumbeat from hell. My hand rests near my lips, not out of thoughtfulness—but fear. Because I can feel him watching. That voice—he whispered through the wind tonight, “She’ll come back for you.” And he meant ME.

He never left his side since we were children—we used to hide under these trees when no one looked up; then grew older together until something snapped between us years ago, after she vanished without trace during an accident while chasing someone else's shadow...

But today?

Today, everything changed again.

Because now…

It's too late.

There aren't any more footsteps echoing down that path beyond where I stand—

No more whispers beneath my feet. No more warmth clinging to my skin.

Only silence.

And within that hollow space lies every memory etched deep inside me: - How Mom always laughed about how cute I dressed up in bears even though nobody understood why; - Dad teaching me patience by making sure I never wore clothes that made me look "too much" or "not enough"; - Our shared dreams—that someday we'd live far away, safe and free;

Now? All gone.

Just shadows flickering across moss-covered stones nearby—and eyes peeping out from corners I swore were empty forever before.

Why did I wear this coat?

To remember what I lost—or maybe—to try remembering what still mattered most?

Maybe both.

Because underneath its softness hides truth:

That even animals don’t understand their own nature sometimes—they need guidance, protection, love.

Which means—if anyone dares call me weak… Then let them see how strong I truly am.

Even if death waits outside, and time has stopped ticking,

I will walk forward—with claws dug into earth—even louder than thunderstorms do.

Until the next day comes…

…and finds me standing right here—in full view, barefooted yet brave—as though nothing ever broke me apart except fate itself deciding whether I should survive long enough to scream loudly enough so others would hear.

For now?

Let the world forget me.

Or better yet…

Make sure NO ONE ELSE sees what happened here today.

When they find MY body later…

…it won't matter anymore.

What matters is how beautiful THIS place looks—from above, below, sideways, frontally.

So go ahead—you think I'm scared?

Think again.

If there's anything stronger than fear—it's courage wrapped tightly round your heart beating faster each second till eternity ends.

And yes...

Yes, I'll keep walking home tomorrow morning wearing this same fur-lined hood.

Because somewhere along life's winding road…

someone had to leave footprints behind first—for balance sake only.

Not regretful ones either.

Purely intentional steps taken deliberately toward survival.

In case God forgot once more…

to remind everyone exactly who deserves mercy among fallen souls.

(End)
I whisper softly into the breeze:
"Don’t cry, honey."

“We’re still alive…”

Moments passed quietly.

Suddenly—a faint sound echoes off distant rooftops. Not birdsong… nor raindrops falling gently upon stone paths.

A single note fades slowly past our ears…

Like music playing backwards.

Waiting patiently for someone desperate enough to play along.

Me.

Still holding onto hope despite broken bones hidden beneath layers thickened with memories.

And smiling wide-eyed straight ahead—

as though the sun hasn’t set yet…even though nightfall looms low overhead.

Always ready.

Never surrendering.

Forever dancing amidst storm clouds waiting silently beside rivers flowing endlessly onward unseen.

(Final line)

"Remember – I walked away knowing perfectly well…"

"...that running might lead nowhere fast..."

*"...but staying quiet gave birth to miracles."_

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE (Next chapter reveals why the man disappeared.)

Note: For dramatic effect, imagine slow-motion shots of water reflecting moonlight bouncing upwards from puddles formed mid-air—all caught frozen moments prior to collapse due to sudden gusts blowing leaves wildly backward towards viewer face-first! 🐻💔✨