Upon reflection, to be alive wasn’t that bad, after all. They only wish they could’ve apologized to their friend, Mr. Rabbit. They only wish they could’ve saved Max.

Regrets. Regrets and wishes.

Hopes. Hopes and dreams.

Eyes slowly closing, Meryl chuckled to themself, one last time:

“so this is life?”

Gently embracing the little Max, Meryl the Mole whispered softly:

“good night, max.”

But he was already sleeping.

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