James, James, James.
'Victoire, I can't. We can't. No more. Please.
Please.
He was pitiful.
Never would he ever deserve the understanding that showed in the blue eyes as he looked down onto them.
For five years they had pretended, neither of them loving each other.
Each whispering a different name at night.
James, James, James.
They had pretended.
The show had gone on.
And now the final curtains drew.
James, James, James.
Teddy allowed himself one last look into the eyes that had shared his pain through five years. Eyes that understood more then anyone what pain he had suffered.
What pain they had suffered.
'Teddy, I understand,' once again she broke him off.
Once again her smile bittersweet.
'I'm sorry Victoire. I'm so sorry,' he whispered, kissing her cheek.
James, James, James.
And as the curtain drew, only they would remember five years wasted.