Proof I shouldn't write when tired and thinking about the 'what ifs'. Such a twat.
My heart thudded in my chest. My palms were clammy and suddenly I had a huge, overwhelming headache. I closed my eyes.
Her hand touched mine, a soft, innocent kind-of feel. "Teddy?" Her voice was a thin whisper.
I didn't open my eyes but made a sound of encouragement.
"Are you okay?"
I started to nod my head and tell the lie I'd told my whole life. But instead I slowly, slowly shook it and squeaked out a 'no'. Because I was done with pretending 'love' was all I needed. I needed my parents, too.
What did I say?