and they found their silver lining
July 14th, number thirteen
Teddy & Lucy & Lysander – apricot cream (splash, dazzle, abstract)
Teddy looked down at Lucy, who lay on his bare chest, snuggling in beneath his cheek. Her curls were splayed out on the white bed sheets, like a splash of yellow paint. She breathed rhythmically and Teddy put his arm around her, inhaling her faint scent of apricot and cherry blossoms.
It felt as though time had stopped and that there was nothing that could make this moment go away. Teddy would stay there forever, because, really, Teddy would have liked being in this position with her, forever.
It was so calm and peaceful, the way the sunrays searched their way through the curtains, and the light being so soft he could see tiny dust particles move slowly in the air. It was like some sort of abstract painting, even though Teddy could see everything clearly. No mysterious shapes and forms, said to be this and that – but, still, everything felt so illusory. Unreal, from another world.
Lucy suddenly stirred, causing her hair to sling over her face. Teddy carefully removed it so he could see her face again. And, again being astounded by its dazzle. It was as though he saw her in a new way, like he was an artist exploring every shadow and line of her face, but not with a pen, only with his gaze.
Then he yanked himself out of his trance; this was wrong. He unwrapped his arm from around her and got up from the bed. In the kitchen he made a cup of coffee while cursing himself silently. It wasn't right, he shouldn't be doing this. He poured some cream into his mug, which he had easily found, thanks to Lucy's relatively empty kitchen shelves.
He sipped at his hot coffee, trying to decide what to do. He couldn't do this, not to Lucy – and not to Lysander, that was the easy part of this. But everything else, how was he going to end this without hurting either of them? He didn't want to be the culprit of ending their relationship.
He drank his coffee quickly, not caring how much it burned his tongue, and pondered over this.
Later, Lucy woke up to an empty bed and a small note saying "sorry."