❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Why, so you can sit here and feel sorry for yourself all night, too?”
“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else I c a n do!” Teddy spat, angered tears
stinging her eyes. “I can’t even reach the kitchen shelf, or get myself
downstairs, or —
or even get to the bathroom in time! So I’m d a m n well going to feel sorry for myself
if I want to. Leave —
me — alone!”
soldierheartcd reblogged this from teddyaltmcn
teddyaltmcn reblogged this from soldierheartcd