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Hmm, I just want to apologize for machine-human translation.

I'm autor and I hope you understand.

... Every night I wake up from his chilling scream, Day, two, three, a week after this creepy ship and death machine. It doesn't seem funny to me anymore. I'm so sorry for him.

He is no longer a freak, no longer "Captain Security," no longer the serene dreamer he has always been for as long as I have known him – he no longer looks much like himself. A tortured, battered little puppy trying to hide from the nightmares that have been furiously chasing him for so long. I don't remember the last time we went to the Park together and had fun, I didn't see him with his stupid Poodle Wolf, he seems to have forgotten about the telescope. He is afraid of nights, afraid to fall asleep, because the nightmares do not want to let him go, dragging him deeper into the darkness.

He accepts any help, does not refuse and it doesn't lock itself in: parents, Deepak, other puppies – no one abandons him. But he can't get rid of nightmares. During the day, he tries to be himself, he is still someone who everyone knows, who everyone loves, but is shy to admit it. But as night falls ... he is drawn into the realm of nightmares, on the very day when we were almost killed. Time after time, day after day for a week…

Every night I see his torment, every night I hear his plaintive moans. He shakes violently and tries to hide, wrapped in a blanket, but how can you run away from yourself? And then he breaks, leaps up with a jerk, wraps his paws around himself, and the house is pierced by a desperate cry that turns into a whimpering howl…

And every time he screams my heart sinks…

He is broken and slowly going crazy, and I can't bear to see it anymore. I don't know when I started to miss his stupid smile, which for some reason always made me feel so warm. Why do I no longer want to have fun, why am I tired of skateboarding, why do the usual joys no longer bring me happiness? Why am I so drawn to him? I miss his useless rules that I've always broken…

I want to comfort him, to drive away the nightmare that is clawing at his soul. I don't know how to help him. I have absolutely no ideas, because he was the head, not me.He is the king of drama, but in difficult moments he became a fearless hero, capable of the impossible. The one I've always been proud of…

I don't know what to do! I want to help him, but I don't know how! I DON'T KNOW!

As he always did, grumbling, but always coming to the rescue. He threw himself into hell for me and others. Why did I just see it in him now?

Why do I feel so bad myself?

I can't answer that!

I have so many questions that I can't find answers to, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that if no one is telling me off, what's the point of having fun? Who will I laugh at every day? Who will always forgive me, give me advice, always help me, no matter how I torment him? Who will be there when you need them? Who will catch me if I start falling into the unknown again? What's the point of Dolly if you're not around?

I so want to hold you tight, and never let you go again. I want to see your stupid, but so bright and warm smile again. I want to hear your stupid jokes again, which always made me laugh. You will laugh, but I want to look at the stars, sitting next to you with my head on your shoulder. And you will talk, talk incessantly, tell me enthusiastically about the next planet or constellation. And you will smile, knowing I'm not interested ... I miss him so much.

Please be yourself!

***

This cannot go on!

I can no longer listen to his screams! I'm so afraid of losing it that I don't give a damn what people think about me now.

He screams again. He moaks and crouches in the corner, like a frightened little puppy. He does not react to anything, he is simply suffocating. He shrinks into a ball and closes his eyes, trembles and whines, quietly asking to be left alone.

I will not just leave it! I will not let nightmares take hold of his head and drive him crazy!

I do not allow him to run and hide. I carefully come closer, put a paw on his back and squeeze it so hard that he can not move. As I always did ...

Of course, he knows who hug him now. He winces, but does not try to pull away or drive me away, allowing me to snuggle closer. And then he just hugs me and and then he sobs, practically throwing his head on my shoulder...

At this moment, I understand how fragile he is. I am so ashamed of my mistakes, of all the pain that I caused him. And he endured me, endured mockery. Every day ... and still forgave me, no matter how painful it is. And even now, he doesn’t drive me away ...

"They're all dead. And then you... we... I'm so scared... " – choking with tears, he clung to me convulsively. – "Every night... every night I see the same thing. I see..." – he clutched his head in horror. –"I'm so scared..." – he shivered, pressing closer to me.

I don't want to see his tears, I don't want to see his suffering. I feel so bad without him.

I whisper, leaning closer to his face and nuzzling his cold cheek. – "It's just a nightmare... just pretend it didn't happen. Think of the stars, you love them so much…"

Stupid Dolly! Is it really that simple? I think I know where the key is to answering all my questions. He's right in front of my face, and I'm a blind fool…

I try unsuccessfully to wipe away his tears with my trembling paws. – "It's all over. We are all alive. Please don't cry…

I can't pretend I don't care about him anymore …

"Please," - I can no longer contain my sobs, - " Come back to me, I need you. Always needed…"

There is no point in hiding anymore. I've come too far to back down. Too far away for me to see him any other way. I can't do anything else…

I just lean in and kiss him, putting everything in my heart into the kiss…

... Funny, he still hasn't opened his tear-stained eyes, he still hasn't tried to pull away, awkwardly excusing himself with some stupid reason. He quieted down a little and blushed faintly, still hugging me. I know that he understands me and has always understood me. He's a smart boy.

"You should rest. Get some sleep, " - I smile, licking his cheek. - " and I'll just stay next to you. Don't be afraid, I'm with you… "

He sighs, but turns his head, burying his cold nose in the fur on my neck. It tickles, but it feels so good. I think I know what I need to make fun of him... But I'd rather put it off until a better time, and now he needs to little sleep after a week that had become an eternity for him.

I press my cheek against his temple and watch the shadows of dawn move behind him, listening to his heavy, ragged, but fading breath. He falls asleep, still holding me tightly in his arms.

How I missed it…

I finally understand what I feel – security and overwhelming happiness. Its shortcomings became its virtues, which I noticed too late. Or not? I don't know anymore…

"This is so stupid," - I grin softly, still rubbing my cheek against him.

... I don't know how long I sat there, gently stroking his back – it seems like too much time has passed. Just enough for him to sleep soundly, still snoring softly, warming my neck with his hot breath.

It's weird, we've been like this all night, and I still don't want to let him go.

Parents and puppies will wake up soon, and then the will see us here in the corner, clutching each other as if for the last time of our lives.

But you know, I don't care what they think. And he doesn't care either...

Description

Hmm, I just want to apologize for machine-human translation.

I'm autor and I hope you understand.

... Every night I wake up from his chilling scream, Day, two, three, a week after this creepy ship and death machine. It doesn't seem funny to me anymore. I'm so sorry for him.

He is no longer a freak, no longer "Captain Security," no longer the serene dreamer he has always been for as long as I have known him – he no longer looks much like himself. A tortured, battered little puppy trying to hide from the nightmares that have been furiously chasing him for so long. I don't remember the last time we went to the Park together and had fun, I didn't see him with his stupid Poodle Wolf, he seems to have forgotten about the telescope. He is afraid of nights, afraid to fall asleep, because the nightmares do not want to let him go, dragging him deeper into the darkness.

He accepts any help, does not refuse and it doesn't lock itself in: parents, Deepak, other puppies – no one abandons him. But he can't get rid of nightmares. During the day, he tries to be himself, he is still someone who everyone knows, who everyone loves, but is shy to admit it. But as night falls ... he is drawn into the realm of nightmares, on the very day when we were almost killed. Time after time, day after day for a week…

Every night I see his torment, every night I hear his plaintive moans. He shakes violently and tries to hide, wrapped in a blanket, but how can you run away from yourself? And then he breaks, leaps up with a jerk, wraps his paws around himself, and the house is pierced by a desperate cry that turns into a whimpering howl…

And every time he screams my heart sinks…

He is broken and slowly going crazy, and I can't bear to see it anymore. I don't know when I started to miss his stupid smile, which for some reason always made me feel so warm. Why do I no longer want to have fun, why am I tired of skateboarding, why do the usual joys no longer bring me happiness? Why am I so drawn to him? I miss his useless rules that I've always broken…

I want to comfort him, to drive away the nightmare that is clawing at his soul. I don't know how to help him. I have absolutely no ideas, because he was the head, not me.He is the king of drama, but in difficult moments he became a fearless hero, capable of the impossible. The one I've always been proud of…

I don't know what to do! I want to help him, but I don't know how! I DON'T KNOW!

As he always did, grumbling, but always coming to the rescue. He threw himself into hell for me and others. Why did I just see it in him now?

Why do I feel so bad myself?

I can't answer that!

I have so many questions that I can't find answers to, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that if no one is telling me off, what's the point of having fun? Who will I laugh at every day? Who will always forgive me, give me advice, always help me, no matter how I torment him? Who will be there when you need them? Who will catch me if I start falling into the unknown again? What's the point of Dolly if you're not around?

I so want to hold you tight, and never let you go again. I want to see your stupid, but so bright and warm smile again. I want to hear your stupid jokes again, which always made me laugh. You will laugh, but I want to look at the stars, sitting next to you with my head on your shoulder. And you will talk, talk incessantly, tell me enthusiastically about the next planet or constellation. And you will smile, knowing I'm not interested ... I miss him so much.

Please be yourself!

***

This cannot go on!

I can no longer listen to his screams! I'm so afraid of losing it that I don't give a damn what people think about me now.

He screams again. He moaks and crouches in the corner, like a frightened little puppy. He does not react to anything, he is simply suffocating. He shrinks into a ball and closes his eyes, trembles and whines, quietly asking to be left alone.

I will not just leave it! I will not let nightmares take hold of his head and drive him crazy!

I do not allow him to run and hide. I carefully come closer, put a paw on his back and squeeze it so hard that he can not move. As I always did ...

Of course, he knows who hug him now. He winces, but does not try to pull away or drive me away, allowing me to snuggle closer. And then he just hugs me and and then he sobs, practically throwing his head on my shoulder...

At this moment, I understand how fragile he is. I am so ashamed of my mistakes, of all the pain that I caused him. And he endured me, endured mockery. Every day ... and still forgave me, no matter how painful it is. And even now, he doesn’t drive me away ...

"They're all dead. And then you... we... I'm so scared... " – choking with tears, he clung to me convulsively. – "Every night... every night I see the same thing. I see..." – he clutched his head in horror. –"I'm so scared..." – he shivered, pressing closer to me.

I don't want to see his tears, I don't want to see his suffering. I feel so bad without him.

I whisper, leaning closer to his face and nuzzling his cold cheek. – "It's just a nightmare... just pretend it didn't happen. Think of the stars, you love them so much…"

Stupid Dolly! Is it really that simple? I think I know where the key is to answering all my questions. He's right in front of my face, and I'm a blind fool…

I try unsuccessfully to wipe away his tears with my trembling paws. – "It's all over. We are all alive. Please don't cry…

I can't pretend I don't care about him anymore …

"Please," - I can no longer contain my sobs, - " Come back to me, I need you. Always needed…"

There is no point in hiding anymore. I've come too far to back down. Too far away for me to see him any other way. I can't do anything else…

I just lean in and kiss him, putting everything in my heart into the kiss…

... Funny, he still hasn't opened his tear-stained eyes, he still hasn't tried to pull away, awkwardly excusing himself with some stupid reason. He quieted down a little and blushed faintly, still hugging me. I know that he understands me and has always understood me. He's a smart boy.

"You should rest. Get some sleep, " - I smile, licking his cheek. - " and I'll just stay next to you. Don't be afraid, I'm with you… "

He sighs, but turns his head, burying his cold nose in the fur on my neck. It tickles, but it feels so good. I think I know what I need to make fun of him... But I'd rather put it off until a better time, and now he needs to little sleep after a week that had become an eternity for him.

I press my cheek against his temple and watch the shadows of dawn move behind him, listening to his heavy, ragged, but fading breath. He falls asleep, still holding me tightly in his arms.

How I missed it…

I finally understand what I feel – security and overwhelming happiness. Its shortcomings became its virtues, which I noticed too late. Or not? I don't know anymore…

"This is so stupid," - I grin softly, still rubbing my cheek against him.

... I don't know how long I sat there, gently stroking his back – it seems like too much time has passed. Just enough for him to sleep soundly, still snoring softly, warming my neck with his hot breath.

It's weird, we've been like this all night, and I still don't want to let him go.

Parents and puppies will wake up soon, and then the will see us here in the corner, clutching each other as if for the last time of our lives.

But you know, I don't care what they think. And he doesn't care either...