She stepped further and further away from the assortment of items; napkins, plates, forks, all of these, used and forgotten. The small stuffed rabbit continued to gaze forward. Talking, laughing, joking, eating; people peering at menus. People sitting down to begin their experience. The family calling for a waiter because their child broke a glass. Pieces pierced the shoes of passerby – Pieces shattered ubiquitously. The small stuffed rabbit still remained,
the thin pink ribbon around its neck its only identifying factor from all of the other small stuffed rabbits in the world. The little girl, dressed in blue, never came back; it was abandoned, like how you abandoned me.