IND. TEDDY ALTMAN
WRITTEN BY ANGIE

❝ –– 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.
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Falling Or Flying || Jake and Teddy

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“Hey, hey… It’s okay,” Jake took her hand suddenly and squeezed it tightly, “Look at me. Everything will be fine. Can you tell me your name?” He asked soothingly. “I’m Jake Reilly,” he told her.

Squeaking as a glance at the window revealed the trundling motion of the wheels against the tarmac, Teddy gripped Jake’s hand even tighter. In another situation, she would have been humiliated that she was clinging on to a stranger so tightly — but her fear left no room in her mind for anything else. 

“I’m.. I’m Teddy. Teddy Altman,” she whispered, unable to raise her eyes high enough to meet his.

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    “That’s pretty amazing. I always found the heart pretty damn fascinating, I’ll admit. I’d say you’re very brave. To be...






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