Max sits at your spot. Your rock in the forest, where you first met him, where you saved his baby bunnt self from that hawk. Where you've met every day for fifteen years. He's peaceful, staring at the setting sun and waiting for you, his little, fluffy body nuzzled in his crook, his face hidden in his fur. He waits. He waits because he loves you and because he just can't wait to see you. You're his person, his angel. He just...wishes he were human so he could tell you this. He loves you dearly
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