qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

On good days, Ted didn't even think about his past. On bad days, it was often all he thought about.

Sometimes it would take something completely innocuous, such as someone offering to buy him a drink, and he would feel the heat rise in his face. He'd mumble something incoherent, his stomach bubbling with shame when he remembered the events that had taken him to this place where he couldn't have a wine with dinner or a beer at a bar.

On these days, he'd take a deep breath and remind himself of all the reasons it was worth it.