John needed to go…wake up. This wasn’t happening.
Teddy laid down on the sand, his big eyes pleading with John to understand.
John sank to his knees, his legs unable to hold him up any more.
Teddy inched forward, John unable to stop him. When close enough, Teddy extended his tongue and wiped at John’s tears.
John felt comforted by the action and launched himself at Teddy’s neck, clinging to the bear’s fur for all he was worth.
Teddy smelled the same as Mitch. Mitch and Teddy were one and the same being. That didn’t make sense, but John finally knew Mitch had been telling the truth.
Rage began to build inside John. “You lied to me.” He grabbed handfuls of the bear’s fur and shook it. “I told you private things…things I didn’t want you to tell Mitch. And you did!” John buried his head in the bear’s coat and cried. Anger was soon replaced with shame and embarrassment. No, Teddy hadn’t told Mitch anything. He didn’t have to. Mitch was also Teddy.