That night, Fifi couldn't sleep well.
She curled under the soft blanket in Fiona's room, hugging her pillow tightly.
But no matter how soft the bed was, no matter how warm the light was… the pain still came.
Not in her body, but in her memories.
She dreamed of the cold water tube again.
The wires in her arms.
The voices shouting commands.
The feeling of not being human.
Not being real.
Just… something made.
She flinched in her sleep. Her paws clenched tight.
She wanted it to stop.
She just wanted peace.
Morning came slowly.
The soft sound of light waking up the room gently filled the air.
Fiona was still asleep on her bed nearby, snoring softly with a blanket half on her face.
Fifi sat up, her hair messy, her ears flat.
But her eyes were different now.
She was tired.
But also ready.
She stood up quietly, tiptoed to the mirror, and looked at herself.
"…I don't want to be broken anymore," she whispered.
