Teaberry

His name was Teaberry, and he turned colors when he cried. I'd found him at a luxury mall parking lot. Teaberry claimed he'd found his guardian angel when I appeared to him. Never found the guts to say I wasn't an angel Or that I wasn't his. I wasn't… no, I wasn't. His name was Teaberry, and I fell for him hard and fast. Like a swift wind dropping me to my feet. I don't have feet. But if I did, he would have swept me off mine. His name was Teaberry, and I wanted to be his. Even though I wasn't. I never thought I'd like a vessel that wasn't mine. I still needed one of my own. His name was Teaberry, and I was fading. My hold wasn't strong enough to his world. But I loved him. Wasn't that enough? Why couldn't it be enough- his name was Teaberry, and I needed to bond to him. Fast. Otherwise I couldn't last. Why couldn't love be enough?