For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Lucy & Teddy. Absent.
He had knelt in front of her, but her eyes didn't move. They didn't dart to his face as they always did; they didn't seek hungrily for his.
He should have known she would tire.
Because it was all his fault, wasn't it? Poor boy, he shouldn't take things for granted.
He put out a hand, lowered it so it touched her cheek. She still didn't move. It was her turn to be absent, not to be there for him. And it didn't matter that this was the first time he really needed her.
She rose. She left. He stayed.