[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I can see again, another day to myself. Nothing is different, same brick wall in my way. Now and then someone passes by, but they always seem to make an effort to ignore me, shielding their eyes as they pass by. Two hundred and seventy nine times I've lost my sight, Two hundred and eighty times I've seen. Seven of those times were different, seven of those times I wasn ’ t alone. 
 Always the same couple, they never spoke to me, but I enjoyed their company. They would always come in close, shoulder-to-shoulder, exchange gifts, take a step back, smile, say a few words and split paths. I never see the gifts, but I can tell by the smile on their faces that they ’ re both happy. I want them to be happy, I ’ m worried that if they aren ’ t, I wont see them as much. If not them, then who will keep me company. 
 These friends of mine who ’ s faces I try to remember. I only see a few of their features each time, leaving me excited for the next. It ’ s all I look forward to. An eighth time, they are here again. “ Hello my friends ” I want to say, but I won ’ t distract them. I wonder what gifts they ’ ve brought each other this time. Again shoulder to shoulder, a step back, no smile, a sudden movement, a shattering noise. I can not see. One splits, but the other stays. He is silent, but I can hear him. Has he decided to stay? I wonder what I ’ ll see tomorrow.
