Pencil:
i'm really sorry.
Eraser: for what? you didn't do anything
wrong.
Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt
because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there
to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of
yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
Eraser: That’s true, but I don’t
really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you
whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I
know I’ll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one,
I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I
hate seeing you sad.
_unspokentragedy
Pencil: i'm really sorry. Eraser: for what? you didn't
