She could feel that he was still there as she laid there, waiting for him to do something, anything. She didn't want to see that look on his face, but she didn't want to be away from him anymore. She didn't want this to turn into another time like those two years where they had stayed apart for their own stubbornness.
She heard his sigh and thought she could hear his footsteps as he backed away. She didn't want him to go, and she decided she wouldn't let her. She had learned her lesson, so she sat up and turned toward him, her face still puffy, but the tears no longer falling. "Teddy" Then there was a pause as she wasn't entirely sure what to do or say. The look of him in the door frame like that. He looked so defeated, and she hated that she had put that look there, even if she couldn't help what she had done. Then the only thing that came from her mouth was a small, almost whispered, "wait."