Teddy stopped as he heard her say his name. He couldn't just walk away from her now she had acknowledged him. Sighing, he looked back over at her. "I'm waiting," he said softly, his voice rough from not speaking all day, and the six whiskey's he'd had the night before.
Still, he didn't move. He couldn't. He wanted to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright, but he just couldn't. He felt as though his whole insides were broken and bleeding. He was so angry, all the time! How could he just get over this? When she'd left, he knew it was partly his own fault for being so stubborn. But this time, he hadn't done anything to provoke the pain he was feeling. Of course, he still loved her. He couldn't help but love her, but was that really enough?