What I found (Teddy)

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Vic was nearly on the war path. She had been going through a few last things hat she had taken away when she moved out of the apartment she shared with Teddy. Mostly she missed her family. Among those things were a few old pictures of her family. Then again, despite herself, she desperately missed him. But the fact was he had burned and broken her with his simple action with that intern. She never thought that he could committ such an act. Over half a decade evidently meant nothing. And now she was back at hogwarts with only memories, whereas she used to have hopes.

Then near the bottom of the box she found some things that must have been his mixed in with hers. There was an old watch and a pair of shoes and a balled up old t-shirt of his. She had not noticed that before and picked it up. She cought a whiff of him as she did it and something fell out of the folds. She looked down at the little black velvet box at the bottom of the cardboard one. She opened it.

That was why she was walking quickly down the london street now, on the way to the apartment they used to share. The tiny black box was in a death grip in her hand. She arrived at the front door and immediately started to pound on it. She had to work hard not to scream that he come answer the door right now. She probably could have ripped it off of its hinges but instead she stopped. She could wait.

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[TEDDY LUPIN]

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Teddy lay on his sofa under a blanket, flipping through channels on the television that sat in the middle of the small living room. He rarely slept in his bed anymore, after Vic had left. It just didn’t seem…right, for some reason. So there he was, lying on his couch at ten something at night, being sort-of a loser. It was a Friday night, and here he was at home. He could’ve been at Hogwarts, spending time in his room there, or he could’ve gone out. No. He had decided to stay at home and do nothing. With an eye roll, and the realization that he was in the thousands in the channels he had been mindlessly flipping through, he hit a random two digit number and threw the remote onto the coffee table that sat in between the television set and the couch.

The apartment was small, but he had had it ever since his grandmother, Andromeda, had told him that he should go out on his own, be independent. He had always been a little bit too close to Andromeda, as she was one of the only people that he was actually related to, and so he had decided that he would agree with her, and that maybe it was a better thing for him to do. And so he had found himself a flat, and used his salary as an Auror to pay for it. It didn’t cost much, and sure, he could’ve afforded a better one, but he liked the building he lived in. It was full of muggles, sure, but he wasn’t any better than a muggle himself. Witches and wizards were nothing more than muggles with a dose of power, what made them any better.

Teddy then heard a harsh pounding against his door, and jumped. Who the hell was banging on his door at this time of the night? Sure, it wasn’t too late, but it still was way later than normal to have visitors. He threw the blanket off and hoisted himself up. He had on only a pair of light blue pyjama pants, no shirt and no socks. The wooden floor was cold under his bare feet, and he shivered slightly as he went to the door. As he opened it, he was shocked to find none other than Victoire Weasley standing at his door. The apparent confusion was bright on his face, and he stared at her. “Vic? What are you doing here?” He knew that at one time, this had been their apartment, but so much had changed, and now, he was just wondering what she was doing standing at his door at ten thirty three on a Friday night.

-thanks to elleroni of caution 2.0 for the image! :] and yes, it is ironic. xD

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Teddy had answered the door and Vic had convinced herself that she was ready for this. She was determined to be ready for this. She had braced herself on the way often. But all the same this had been done in a fit of anger and heartbreaking sorrow for what she had found. She was not sure how she was supposed to handle this other than to confront him about it. It had taken her a bit to get over her shock when she had opened the box. There was the ring that she had wanted from him, but was I really for her? How long had it been in the box? Well that much she knew. It must have been in that cardboard box for over a year. But the real question was how long had it been wrapped up in that t-shirt?

When she opened the Box Vic took a good hour to calm down. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best not to cry. She knew that she should not cry, that he didn’t deserve to make her cry. It really was that simple right? She could just refuse to feel it. She would have to do that, she would have to swallow her feeling just as she did when she first left this house. She would have to brace herself for it and deal with it. That was ok with her then. She had to do this though, she had to confront him on this fact. That part burned her, it broke her heart all over again. It is strange how the thing that she once wanted so much had finally appeared only to taunt and tease her. It was almost as if someone had planned this terrible trick.

So there she stood when he opened that door and she tried to stay stoic. She wanted her face to be stone for this but it broke. Her lips pressed together as she tried to keep it all in. She felt like she was going to break into tears, and her voice came out in a barely controlled manner. She flicked the box open and held it out to him as though she couldn’t bare to have it near her let alone in her hand. ”What the hell is this?”

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[TEDDY LUPIN]

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He felt absolutely sickened. How had she found that? Teddy had always wondered where it had disappeared to, but with his tendency to lose things, he had just thought that he had lost it. He had been extremely upset, because the ring was a family heirloom, one that he had gotten from his grandmother. She had told him that it was his mother’s ring, and he had thought that it would be perfect to give to Vic, whenever he proposed. But then he had to go and mess it all up, cheating on her, and then not even telling her. She had found out by overhearing some stupid conversation, and had come home so upset about it. He guessed he wasn’t exactly the smartest guy out there, but he tried not to blame himself, and pretended that it had been an accident, him cheating on her.

“Vic, I, umm…you weren’t meant to umm…find that. It was…where’d you find it?” He had no idea how she was holding the little black box in her hand. She was holding it right in front of him, but he didn’t make any motion to take it. Her voice sounded broken, heavy with barely-hidden tears, and he felt absolutely horrible that he had caused her to feel like this. He hadn’t meant to sleep with that bloody intern, he hadn’t meant to leave the ring wherever she had found it a year later…he hadn’t meant to make any of the stupid mistakes he seemed to be making when it came to his and Victoire’s relationship, or lack thereof. He honestly didn’t. He guessed his irrationality came from his mother, as he had heard many stories of that unfortunate trait from Andromeda.

He didn’t really know what else to say to her. Here she was, so close to breaking down in the middle of the hallway, standing in front of his door. What was he supposed to do? He had never been the best type of person to deal with these kinds of situations. Whenever Ginny got a little emotional, his godfather, Harry, took care of it. Andromeda never had these sorts of moments, and so he had never had to do anything there. The only time that Vic had ever been this upset, worse-off, even, was when she had come back to the apartment to confront him, and then to collect her things and leave. “Why don’t you, umm, come in?” He stood out of her way, and glanced back. The apartment hadn’t changed one bit since she had left, and he wondered what kind of impact that would make. He stayed silent as he watched her, guessing that she was debating what to do. He looked at her and then to the floor, holding back a sigh. What had he gotten himself into with that bloody ring?

-thanks to elleroni of caution 2.0 for the image! :] and yes, it is ironic. xD

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Vic could not help but wonder if she was having some sort of breakdown. Her heart ached with every beat, she was putting it down to the general tense feeling in her chest. The muscles were tight, so tight in her chest that it was even hard to breathe. How was this fair to her? Hat had she done to deserve this? She was ready to just flare up in rage as soon as she was given the chance. Still she had too much respect to destroy that ring. After all it might not have even been for her. That thought drove her crazy, it could have been meant for his little intern whore. Oh if he said that it might just kill her… no, no it would not. She was stronger than that and she had walked away from him once already.

Then he came to the door, telling her that she was not supposed to find that ring. She just wished that he would take it from her hand. She was holding it out for him and still it was in her hand. She didn’t want that little black box anywhere near her right now. If was funny how the one thing she had really wanted was just unbearable to hold now. Then again life was not fair, she knew that from the hospital. She was about ready to straight up toss the box at him. ”It was wrapped up in one of your t-shirts that accidently got packed in with my things. Can you take it please?” She still didn’t want to touch it. She wondered if he and that intern had gotten together since. That thought was painful but it kept the rage bubbling under her skin, and that was keeping her together right now.

Then came the invitation for her to come in. She looked into the apartment. Save a few things that she had taken with her it looked exactly the same. She almost felt like she could walk back into the apartment and resume her life as it was. Victoire could step in, close her eyes, and still be in love with Teddy. Then her hardened heart reminded her of the reason she was here and she shook her head with a frown. ”No, I don’t want to come inside. I want an answer.” But then again did she really want to know? Then she shook her head. ”No, no, actually I don’t what to know. Just take your ring and you can give it to your intern, I have work tomorrow.”

[TEDDY LUPIN]

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Why did she want him to take it from her so badly? Wouldn’t she have wanted this, a year ago? He didn’t understand. He knew that she was upset, thoroughly upset, and he would’ve been, too, but he…he shook his head slightly. He took the box from her and turned away for a second, sticking it on a small table that sat next to the door, holding a potted plant that was somehow still alive, and a magazine holding up one of the four corners. Teddy turned back to her, one hand still on the door. “One of my t-shirts? Oh…the one I…okay.” He cut himself off. He remembered now. He hadn’t misplaced the ring. He had put in one of his t-shirts, because he knew that Vic would’ve never gone through the drawer that it had been placed in. It must’ve been close to some of her clothes, though, because she had picked it up without even knowing it.

She wanted an answer. An answer to what? An answer to why he had never given her the ring? He had been waiting to propose, but only for a specific date. He had wanted to propose on their anniversary, the one that would have made it six years for them to be dating. But she had gotten so immersed in her work, and he had been forgotten. She left the house early, and came back late, worked weekends, and holidays, and he had never gotten to see her. He knew that she was just trying to be successful, but he was aggravated at the fact that he couldn’t see his girlfriend-of-five-years for two seconds before she ran back to her patients. Yes, he knew it was a slight exaggeration, but couldn’t really bring himself to care back then.

Give it to his intern? Was she trying to anger him on purpose? He ignored the comment, though, because she truly did have every reason to be this angry and hurtful towards him. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Vic…I’m so sorry. I always have been, and always will be. I don’t even know who she is. It was a stupid mistake, and I’m sorry. I know you don’t believe me now, because you sure didn’t believe me then, but I’m just letting you know, you know…that I didn’t mean to do that, so long ago.” He said with a frown. He didn’t know why he was confessing this to her, a bloody year later, but he just felt the need to tell her so. He waited for her to say something, ignoring what she said about work and how that had been what caused the destruction of their relationship in the first place.

-thanks to elleroni of caution 2.0 for the image! :] and yes, it is ironic. xD

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

It was true that Vic wanted that ring a year ago, in fact that was nearly all she wanted a year ago. However in that one year everything had changed. She was not sure about him but life had stopped for her. Thing had changed and she could not see how they could ever be the same, not after all that had happened. As for Vic, all she could do was pick up the pieces, or try rather. She still could not do that. She had tried but there was a part of her that could not let go, that could not move on and it was slowly sucking all of the life and compassion out of her. She felt like her eyes were dead when she looked at people. She knew that her bedside manner was worse than before, after all look how she had treated those teenagers. She let her head drop down for a moment, and then she glanced out at the street from which she came. It was snowing heavily, no surprise for late November.

He seemed to know what t-shirt she was talking about. Well that was good. Still it broke her heart a little to see him put the little black box on that sad little table. She wanted more for that little box, maybe some part of her still wanted it. That was the height of irony but it was true. It was not easy to let go of him, she still could not do it. And in that moment she could not help but wonder. Did he hate her? Did he hate her for all she had done? All the time that she had worked? If he did then did she deserve it? She was not sure anymore where her anger came from. She had worked, she had worked all the time but that didn’t justify his actions, that didn’t make his cheating ok. She had not cheated on him, she had loved him and she had tried to make a life for them. She had tried to secure her place as one of the best healers and in the very moments of that triumph everything else fell apart.

Vic wanted to leave but then he started to speak. Everything in her mind melted away when her spoke. She shook her head quickly enough. ”That doesn’t change what happened.” Then she walked away from him as quickly as she could. She ran out of the building and didn’t even think about what she was doing. She look the alley cut through to get to the leaky cauldron. Then she heard movement behind her. She turned and saw a blur. Someone grabbed her by her hair and slammed her head into the wall. She fell and everything went black. Vic’s wallet was cleaned out and she was left for dead, blood tinting streaks of red in her hair.

[TEDDY LUPIN]

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Teddy’s stomach dropped when she said that it didn’t change anything. He didn’t know what to say, but when she turned off and ran, he had a feeling that he should follow her. He grabbed a t-shirt, threw it on, and called out after her. “Vic, wait!” In the minute it took him to do that, he was sure that she was already outside. He ran down the stairs and quickly, he was out of his building. There was snow falling, and he swore as he shivered. He hadn’t even realized that it had been snowing, or he wouldn’t grabbed a jacket, and some shoes, he realized dimly as he felt the ice-cold on his feet. That didn’t matter though. He looked around, and didn’t see her.

Then, he saw a flash of pink snow as he turned to go back inside, and he ran over to it. There Vic was, lying in the snow, bleeding. He saw that her blonde hair was stained with the blood, and he ran over, picking her up and cradling her to his chest. He was just about to apparate to St. Mungo’s when he remembered the bottle of dittany that Vic kept in the small drawer on the same little table that he had placed the ring on. He ran into his building, carrying her. He forewent the elevator and ran up the stairs, taking care not to jostle her too much. He didn’t remember much about what Vic had told him about head wounds, but he remembered that she had said that moving them too much could cause severe brain damage. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake in bringing her back to the apartment instead of taking her to St. Mungo’s, like he was sure that he should’ve.

He kicked open the door that he was so glad he had forgotten to fully close and lock, and put her down on his couch, among the blankets that were still there from when he had been laying down. Blood was on his hands, and his shirt, and he fumbled with the drawer handle until he got it open, and pulled out the bottle of dittany. He opened it and ran back over to her, pouring it onto the back of her head, where the wound was almost clearly visible once he had moved some of her long hair. He rested the bottle onto the coffee table and called out to her. “Vic! Vic, answer me! Victoire, can you hear me?” He almost never called her by her full name, just like no one called him by his. It was always Vic to him, but in this situation, he hadn’t even realized that he had called her anything different than he usually did. He called her name once more, and waited for something, anything that made it seem like she was responding.

-thanks to elleroni of caution 2.0 for the image! :] and yes, it is ironic. xD

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

It was cold out, too cold to be out for long in a jacket as thin as hers. She was usually good about being prepared and being safe but she had been too angry to think straight. And now as she lay there unaware in the bloody snow she had paid for that lapse in judgment. She lay still but things were changing. Damage had been done to her skull, her brain while it bled. Was she aware of it? No. Then the bleeding stopped, held just barely back from causing worse harm. She was unaware that Teddy had found her, unaware that he had scooped her up into his arms and brought her out of the cold. She was limp and bloody. Her head stained the pillow that it rested against on the couch.

Had Vic been awake she probably would have tended to this herself but the dittany did a good job of it. After all she had been the one to bring it over just in case. She always used to nag him about it as he was an Auror. She was always worried about him, she knew that work was dangerous and she wanted him to be ok. If he came home hurt for some reason and she wasn’t there then she wanted to make sure he was ok. Sometimes when she came home from work she would check him for bruises if he was asleep or awake, and she’d heal them. She wanted to make sure that he was healthy. That was her motivation back then. Now she would have laughed if she had known that now he was trying to medically take care of her.

The dittany healed a good deal of the wound, but then things changed. Then she heard his voice and her brow furrowed. She groaned softly before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Teddy, confused. Her hand reached out and touched his arm. ”Teddy, sweetheart, what’s going on?” She then saw his shirt and her eyes widened a little. ”Honey, you have blood all over your shirt, what happened? Are you ok? Oh, my head hurts.” She moved a hand to her head and her fingers came away sticky and red. She saw it and immediately tried to find the wound. Then she saw the bottle of Dittany. She smiled. ”See, I told you it would come in handy.” She sat up carefully and then stood. She was slightly dizzy but she was ok. ”I should wash all of this blood out of my hair.” She went into the bathroom. ”Teddy, where’s my towel?”

[TEDDY LUPIN]

He smiled when she opened her eyes, but when came out of her mouth almost made him do a double-take. Sweetheart? Hadn’t it been a year since she had called him that? Was she just that grateful to him for saving her that she was being nicer? Then, she started talking in the same tone of voice, calling him sweet terms and acting as if everything was fine between the two of them? He was so confused. He looked down at his shirt and saw that he really was covered in blood. That being realized, he took off his shirt and threw it to the side. His pants didn’t have anything, and he wiped his hands off on his t-shirt before he threw it.

He saw as she got up and went to the bathroom, and he went to tell her that she should’ve stayed lying down, but the protest died in his throat. From the bathroom, she called to him and asked him where her towel was. What was she talking about? She had been the one to move out! She had taken her towel with her. She had taken almost everything that had belonged to her when she had moved…so why was she asking for them now? A sick feeling went straight through his stomach. How hard had she hit her head? Maybe it was some sort-of brain damage? He wasn’t the healer here, and because of that, he was totally out of his league.

“Vic…you moved out a year ago. We’re not together anymore…we broke up. Remember? You don’t have your stuff here anymore. You took all of it when you left…” He felt kind of stupid. Should he have told her? How could he have known what was wrong or right to say? After all, how did he know that she really lost her memory or something? He got up and stood in the doorway of the bathroom. “Victoire, what’s the last thing you remember?”

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Vic looked around the bathroom. She was confused by what she saw there, she could not understand or comprehend it. She frowned, where had all of her stuff gone. She could have sworn, no she knew it was here this morning. She had just showered this morning before she went off to work… How had everything disappeared between then and now. She frowned. She tried to think of what was going on. On second thought were where some of the pillows in the living room? Where was the mirror she had found in that second hand shop? The picture of her family? What had happened? This did not make sense. She looked at the sink. Where were her candles? Then she pulled open a drawer. Her makeup wasn’t there and she could not find her toothbrush.

She came out of the bathroom then, looking at him curiously. She wanted an answer now. If this was some sort of prank… well she would not know what to make of that. That would be frustrating but she was hoping that he didn’t throw it out or something. Had she done something to make him that angry? She could not think of what she could have done to make him throw her stuff out. She walked out of the bathroom then and started to notice things out there to. What was going on? Where had everything gone? Where was that picture of them that they had taken at the park on their fifth anniversary? She was a little hurt by all of it and she was confused. On top of that her head was aching. Then he told her…

Had Vic been able to remember when she left she would know the feeling that she got now. Her word was crashing down around her again and there was nothing that she could do about it, her heart was broken. She looked down in shock, a smudge of blood on her cheek. ”We broke up? But we’ve been together for over five years… It’s November 26th, 2023 isn’t it? I was going to make spaghetti for dinner. What happened to me? What happened to us? I need to leave.” She had started to sniffle and blink back tears.

[TEDDY LUPIN]

He watched as she looked around confusedly. He knew she was looking for all of her things…pictures of them, her towel, and all the rest of the things had made the apartment look like it had belonged to a happy couple. Now, it looked like a lonely bachelor’s apartment. He didn’t have anything else but basic necessities, and a few pictures of him, Harry, Andromeda, and a few Weasley/Potter/Lupin Christmas’. He knew that she’d be hurt that none of her stuff was here, but it wasn’t like he could lie to her. He was scared himself, while she was just upset. She didn’t know what was going on, but he knew exactly what was happening. She had memory loss…from the head wound.

Had he treated it properly? Teddy didn’t know. But he guessed he hadn’t, because she was suffering through this. He should’ve taken her to bloody St. Mungo’s hospital. He didn’t know what had made him go against that first instinct, but he had made a big mistake. Maybe if he had done the right thing, or the thing he thought was right, maybe she would have her memory still. How did he know that she wouldn’t. The whole thing made him sick to his stomach, not mainly because Vic now didn’t know what was going on, but because he probably was the one that lay in the blame. He felt nausea rise up in him, but he swallowed deeply. When he heard her say the date, he felt even more miserable. What had he done?

“Vic…it’s November 26th, 2024.” He grabbed a newspaper and showed her the date at the top, then placed it on the coffee table. “No! You’re not going anywhere. We broke up because of…well, I made a mistake, and we ended up breaking up because of it. On December 13th, 2023, you walked out of here and never came back. Today, you came here mad at me about…something, and when you left, you hit your head…I don’t know how, though.” Here, his brows furrowed. “Just…please, stay for the night? I’ll call into work for you, you’re not going in tomorrow.” He said, taking control of the situation. Teddy knew that he wasn’t letting her leave, not in such an unstable state. There was no way in hell he was going to let anything else happen to her.

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Vic didn’t know what to do then, she felt sick to her stomach, completely sick. She did not understand how her life could have become this messed up, she did not know how this could have happened. She loved Teddy so why had they broken up? Why had she left the apartment to him? Was that the picture from Christmas? There was her family, there was Teddy, where was she? Had she really lost so much over the past year. Well she could not remember it so she truly had. She didn’t understand, this was too hard for her. All she could do for a few moments was stare at that picture and wonder if she was going to spend another Christmas alone this year, as she evidently did that last year. Her head was spinning as she tried to figure it all out.

She was uncomfortable, some of the blood that had run down her back was causing her shirt to stick to her skin. She sighed, she was hurting. She was upset and distraught and scared but she tried to stay quiet. Some part of her still wanted to protect him by not saying how she felt right now. If he didn’t know then how could he be upset. She was not concerned for the year hat she had lost but more the condition her life had seemingly taken on. She had a million questions. There was a change in her, having lost that year, it was the old Vic, the Vic who’s heart wasn’t stone anymore. That was true but it also meant that she was wounded, more so than she ever had been before.

Vic shook her head. ”I can’t stay here, I can’t. If I left then I left for a reason. I need to go home, when I remember where home is… I’m sure it won’t be long and it will all come back to me. What did you do? I loved you, what could you have possibly done to end that?” The words felt awkward on her tongue. She did love him, she still loved him, didn’t she? He evidently didn’t love her anymore, there was no trace of her anywhere here. It was like she had never been here.

[TEDDY LUPIN]

What had he done? He didn’t want to tell her. He didn’t want to tell her that he had cheated on her. He didn’t want to tell her that he had broken her heart. He didn’t want to tell her that he had made such a stupid mistake. He didn’t want to break her heart right now, which seemed like with every word, was cracking more and more straight down the middle. He knew that she was trying to hide it from him, but he could read her like an open book. They had been together for five years, had been close for more than that, and so he could read her like an open book. He knew that it was wrong, that he was using him knowing her for so long as an excuse to see how she was really feeling, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted her to feel better. He wanted everything to be okay.

Teddy decided that he had to tell her. If she decided to leave again, he would apparate her to her home, and then try to talk to her, maybe catch her at work. He didn’t know what was fair to do for her, but he guessed that he couldn’t protect her for long. It was bound to get out; someone would tell her when they saw her acting differently, and they’d tell her, and then, maybe, she’d resent him even more. It would be horrible, having to face that after not seeing her for practically a year. He would catch glimpses of her in Hogwarts, and he had been to the Hospital Wing once or twice for the year already, but that was it. In those times, she would be hostile, and he would try to mend their ever-growing-worse non-friendship/ex-five-year-couple relationship.

“I, umm…just keep in mind that I’m so sorry, and that it was a stupid thing to do, okay?” He said nervously, his speech lacking it’s usual comical-confidence in light of the severity of the situation. “While you were at work, and I was on-duty, filling out some paperwork at the office, one of the newer interns came in, very…scantily dressed, and we…well, I had…relations, with her. It was a complete and utter stupid mistake, and I didn’t tell you anything because I thought that you would never find out, and I would never, ever do it again. But it turns out that her sister was one of the nurses-in-training at St. Mungo’s, and you overheard a conversation being had in the employee lounge. That day, you came home, confronted me about it, and…you took your stuff and moved out. I tried to convince you not to, to tell you how sorry I was, but you had said that that didn’t change anything.” He set his eyes to the floor. “Please, don’t leave. I…want you to stay. And I’m sorry that you feel like you can’t, but you have to. I don’t…I don’t want you to get hurt, okay? I love you.” Teddy said, and waited for her reaction to his completely improvised confession.

[VICTOIRE WEASLEY]

Vic was afraid of the answer, and in many ways she did not want to know, but she knew that she had to find out what the answer to all of this was. She was almost afraid to know, the happy balloon that was her life was already loosing too much air to stay up. It would be in pieces on the ground soon and she knew it, and that scared her. It was not fair and it was not right and she hated every moment of this. She imagined being miserable, she imagined how she felt for all of that past year. Even though she could not remember it she felt a twinge, and she knew she didn’t want to feel that way ever again.

She was trying desperately to brace herself against the news she was getting. She didn’t want to hear this now, she decided that she didn’t want to hear this. That was wrong, she should not have asked that question of him. It was not a good idea. There was a part of her that wanted to just gloss over everything and let it all go, just let it all float away. It was in the past? Still she knew that if she had done something like walk away there was a good reason. She had been so stressed recently with all of her work. She was on the edge of a breakthrough that could have been revolutionized healing in the line of fire. It could have kept people like Teddy alive. In fact that had been the point, as he had always been terrible a healing. She hadn’t told him about that at the time being, and she could not help but wonder if a year since then she had finished the project. She could not remember after all.

This time in he face of this news she teared up. She was not cold and collected like last time. She was crying, shaking her head and murmuring ”No, No…” as he told her. She kept sobbing, unable to help herself. ”But why?” Then came the rest and she wanted to hit him. ”No!” she yelled at him. ”You didn’t love me! You didn’t love me!” She stormed over one of the small tables where she used to keep papers on the project, detailing it. They were still there, so she grabbed them and threw them at him. ”I loved you and you wasted that!”