blondexhurricane:

How was she supposed to answer
such a loaded question when her
brain couldn’t make up its mind?
One minute she wanted one thing,
and the next minute she wanted a
completely different one.

                “To be honest, I don’t know what I want anymore.
                Sometimes I feel like everything would be like a
                thousand times easier to deal with if I didn’t have
                to see you every single day and be reminded that
                you’re completely clueless as to who I am. But at
                the same time, it’s become glaringly obvious that
                I’m not  n e a r l y  as independent as I used to be.
                As much as I might hate it, I need someone to be
                here to help me while I’m learning to do things as
                a–” Delia stopped herself before she could finish,
                motioning to the place where her arm used to be.
                “If you think it’s for the best if you leave, don’t let
                me stop you. I’m not exactly where else you’d go,
                but I can spare a little bit if you need some money
                or something like that, I guess.”

That bomb had left more than scars upon her skin. It 
was a thief  — one selfish moment, and it had stolen
the past from Teddy as well as her future. How could
she ever hope to survive like this, mind vulnerable to 
any slander or dishonesty?

                But as shattered as her mind was, she still knew an
                abounding, irrevocable loss within her. It haunted her
                every day like a shadow, fearsome but intangible; yet,
                in the banal moments of quiet that so frequented this
                household, Teddy found  herself feeling as though it
                was a grief for something she’d never known. And if
                the  photographs  on  the  shelf or the pain in Delia’s
                eyes were anything to go by, her grief could not have
                been misplaced. 

                “I  don’t  know  where I would go,” Teddy whispered,
                her  voice  a  pitiful  kind of quiet. “The people I love
                no longer exist in this world, and nor does my home.”