pencil : i’m really sorry
eraser : aahhh.. Not again.!!!
pencil : i’m sorry ’cause 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. i was made to do this, accept that. i was made to help you whenever you do something wrong and be happy myself. 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. Now smile. (:
eraser : in fact, i must be sorry that i erase your memories.
pencil : u do so to correct me and help me write and live a newer, fresher, happier memory.