❝ –– 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.
Her eyes widened at the sight of her best friend broken down. She knew that she didn’t ask for it, but she could see that she needed it, she walked up at her and wrapped her arms around the other woman. Her best friend had been through so much lately and she could see that she was on the verge of tears.
“I’m here, Teddy.” She gently rubbed the taller woman’s back, as she let out a deep sigh. “You may not have an awesome love life anymore but you have me.” She promised her, but she knew she couldn’t promise that she would always be there for her because life and accidents happened all the time, especially for them.
“You don’t get over losing the love of your life - it doesn’t happen like that. You and I both know that, it would be easy if you could.” She sighed as she ran a comforting hand up and down her friend’s back. She hated seeing her friend so sad, but she knew she was processing and this wasn’t the kind of thing that you could get over overnight.
Her eyes didn’t have pity in them when she removed herself from the embrace. She knew pity wasn’t something so many people wanted, she had hated it when she lost Tim. The look of pity made her feel so weak, that everyone thought she was going to break any minute.. The only look in her eyes for her friend was care and compassion, the silent words mirrored that she was there for her, more importantly that she didn’t have to face the tragedy alone.
She knew she needed to face it; she knew that
one day, she’d have to make amends to all the people she’d forsaken for her grief. But for now, she bowed her head towards the shadows and welcomed them — though they stopped her bitter
breaths and stole the sleep from her nights, it was the only thing she knew how
to do now.
“Please,” Teddy whispered, shame coloring her voice
bleak and slight. “I can’t do this anymore; I don’t know how. Arizona, I’m done
trying.” Hands wound in in her hair, she stared up at her friend with ghosts in
her eyes — this was the side of her she only betrayed in her own quiet company,
and the fact that she was baring herself to Arizona only spoke to her trust.
