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One thing was certain: After five years of absence, I was going home.
“Have you spoken to him yet? To Ted?” Darren asks, not looking at me.
“I just – “ He steps closer to me. “Do you ever question it? All those expectations and visions of your future.“ His voice is quiet but his tone desperate. I look away from the rain to glance at his face. He looks heartbroken.
I search through the pages of the old album, passing faded photographs of people I have never known. I go on. Searching. Looking. Checking to see, to know.
Pippa nods solemnly. “Awful, isn’t it? And then to Ted who’s such a kind soul… My teddy bear couldn’t hurt a fly.”
"He's damaged goods," she says.
The cocktail glass hits my teeth; a curse and there’s Scorpius patting me on my back while James stares at me. The pink drink spills on the bar and okay, admittedly, I may not be in the best shape to handle this.
Ted is staring at me from across the fire. I thought it would feel good, like some sort of self-righteous justice. I thought evening the playing field would make all the difference, that watching him in pain, would make my own pain seem less immense. I thought sinking his boat, would make my own float. But as it turns out, now we’re both sinking, losing in this game.
I expected angry fights, tears and empty promises. I didn’t expect this. James’s wide eyes, a tired stance as if he couldn’t even be bothered. I expected murder and disownment. I didn’t expect indifference.
I nod silently. It doesn’t seem like he wants to discuss this further, yet the curiosity is a burning itch underneath my tongue. I want to ask him, shake him. But Merlin knows, I can’t go out like that. Why and take care of yourself are bubbling in my throat, the words limping backwards, rolling back inside before they reach the air..
We don’t tell the whole truth, of course. In this world, we lie, wearing our hearts on our sleeves. In this world, it’s technicoloured truths we breathe to each other.
The Fundamentals of Living
The air is humid and dense up here, as my knees hit the floor. Brown dust sinks around me, coating the underside of my arms and legs. My hands are large and cold. There is blue silk and a small note of announcement in my lap, poppies in the corner and hard paper between my fingers. Something that says baby, but baby is long gone and folded into a small and simple box, hidden away.
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