Happy birthday, fiancee! I love you so much I can't even, and I'm sorry this is just a crummy drabble and you deserve more, but, I hope you have a wonderful day today. Also, i think this is the first birthday present I've written that is actually on time ;D
This might turn on to a tily drabble collection, depending on how much time/inspiration I have, in which case every chapter is wholeheartedly dedicated to Kat :)
The sun is shining uncharacteristically brightly – this is London, after all – and the grass is dotted with white-and-yellow daisies. Right in the middle of the park lies a girl, her face bright red from sunburn and her tangled red hair splayed on the ground.
"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not." her sing-song voice rings out as she plucks each petal from the flower and tosses it behind her. She read in a book somewhere, that it's supposed to win a certain someone's affections if it ends on 'he loves me'. And maybe fourteen is a little too old for silly games like that but Lily Luna's never had very much sense.
As she pulls out each petal and her voice sings clearly, she wonders absently if counting the petals beforehand counts as cheating. Probably. She doesn't like cheating, but Teddy is her exception to every rule. Always has been, always will be.
"He loves me, he loves me not…" the sun is beating down a little too hard on her face and she rolls over onto her stomach, her constant string of petal-picking and chanting pausing for a moment as she gets comfortable, and then she continues. Her thoughts are on Teddy – they always are, lately, and especially unsurprisingly as she's trying to garner whether or not he loves her (and the fact that she counted the petals so that it would be yes is irrelevant, thank you very much).
She picks off the last petal with a triumphant, "He loves me!" and she grins and looks at the petals strewn around her and then back at the remnant she still holds.
It's ugly and plain and not nearly as pretty as itwas when it was intact, and she frowns as she examines it closer. There's no hidden depth to it. It's just ugly.
"That can't be love," she whispers to herself. Love is beautiful and pure and anything but ugly. And now, she has proof that he loves her.
But later that afternoon, when Teddy brings home his newest girlfriend and kisses her right in front of her – she's not quite so sure.
fin.