prompts: winter squash, & inglenook
pairing: mollyteddy
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she sits in her inglenook and stares blankly at the fire, willing her memories of him to burn along with the wood. they don't, but she doesn't really expect them too. she can never forget teddy - not the way she often finds herself wishing she could.
he's etched into her memory - every little detail: the way the corners of his mouth pull out when he grins; the way his eyes twinkle when he's happy; the way he kissed her; how it felt to hold his hand; how odd he was - she remembers him telling her his favourite food was winter squash.
she thought he had felt the same, head-over-heals sort of way as she did for him, but he didn't. he was too busy shagging her own cousin to every develop feelings like that for her.
grabbing the picture frame on the end table beside her, she chucked it at the fire, watching as it went up in flames.