The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Once I was done, I took a seat beside him, observing the way he rolled his shoulders back to heighten his stature. His voice was raspy as he inquired, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, it is about time I leave.”

He turned away from me to exit the kitchen first. He did not want me to leave the house just yet, but he would never vocalize those thoughts aloud. For some reason I could understand those feelings, the fear of being left alone once again. I watched him stand in front of the doorway, observing the way he was trying to pull down his sleeves to regain some level of control. Teddy would not look at me as I walked down the hallway, but I knew he was listening to my soft footsteps. Once I was beside him I politely asked him to move away from the mat, knowing I would have to slip on my rain boots. He moved back a small margin, and unconsciously watched my every movement as I slipped on my boots. Once I was finished, I looked around for my jacket, but Teddy had fetched it first.

“Let me,” he entreated, and held out my rain jacket so I could place my arms through the sleeves. For half a second I thought of protesting, but then I realized it would only insult him.

“Thank you, Teddy,” I hushed, after I slipped my arm through the right sleeve first.

There was a deep thunderous clap coming from outside the house. It quickly followed by a heavy pouring of rain.

“Do you have an umbrella?” Teddy inquired, as I slipped my left arm into the sleeve of my coat.

“No.”

“You can borrow mine. I know you will have to wait outside for your bus, and even then…” He stopped himself short once I turned around to face him. His cheeks took on a pale shade, almost fearful to be standing in front of me. He lowered his gaze with nervousness as he added: “You would have to walk home in the rain after you reach the bus stop and I couldn’t have you doing that.”

“You do like taking care of me,” I observed.

Lightning flashed, bouncing off the narrow corridor where we stood. The thunder grew louder, making a small part of me almost fearful of the sound.

“I want to see you safe,” he answered me with a nervous quirk of his head that let his eyes fall over the staircase. “But I should get the umbrella.” He turned around to open a small closet, a storage area where there was a small collection of his outer clothing and boots. A long black umbrella was pulled out of the closet and then he turned around to hand it to me. “Keep it.”

“I will give it back tomorrow.”

“No, really,” he emphasized. “Keep it.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

He merely smiled at my reply, a sign that I only amused him. Teddy outstretched his left hand to get a hold of the doorknob, and soon enough the door was pulled forward to let the heavy downpour crash against the front carpet inside his house. “Are you ready?”

“Do you mind if I run?”

“Only if I run with you,” he teased, and with a quick nod of his head we both jumped through the doorway and were immediately soaked by the onslaught of rain. I ran forward, unaware that Teddy was far behind still locking the door. I eventually heard him screaming out my name, and looked over my shoulder to see he was running as fast as he could. I laughed at the spectacle, seeing how soaking wet his dark brown hair was already. “Use the umbrella.”

“I can’t run in it.”

He took it from my hand and pulled it open, providing enough protection for us to hide from the rain. I moved my body closer to his own, noticing how my teeth were chattering from the frigid temperature of the water. It was warm outside, but the rain was icy cold whenever it touched my skin. I pulled up my hood more, and leaned into Teddy’s body to continue to hide myself from the rain. We walked at a brisk pace over the flat terrain, knowing we had a while to go before we reached the car that was further down the hill. I could hear the raging sea off in the distance, and the remote call of seagulls as they sought a place of refuge.

A hand was laid over my lower spine once Teddy leaned closer into me, bridging the last of the gap between us. I looked up to see his side profile, but his facial expressions gave nothing away.

“It’s so cold,” I blurted out. “My teeth are chattering.”

“I can hear it!” he yelled over the rain.

You don’t have

He made sure to look downwards as he added: “I have heat in the car. That

a dip in the earth that immediately sped downwards. “The hill will be

the left. We walked close together, trying to find shelter under our shared umbrella. The wind was howling over us, blowing so fiercely

“Deal.”

first and then immediately pulled over my hood as I tried to suppress my laughter. Teddy ran into me from behind and bumped me right up against the side of his car. “My shoes have no

and was staring at the silhouette of his house that rested on the top of the hill. The clouds were so dark over the area, while

and when I peered through the car window I could see Teddy signalling to me that the door was open. I closed my umbrella and shook off the

I unzipped my jacket and balled it up before placing it behind my car seat as well. I was so distracted by this action that I didn’t realize Teddy

hand ever so slightly before

I teased. He burst out in laughter at

drowned rat,” he remarked. “I should take off my jacket

into my seat comfortably as he removed his outer layer. Teddy took care to fold his jacket neatly, exhibiting behaviour that

aloud with a worried look. “I think I

“All the way?”

“You don’t object?”

rain never

to risk it?” he gibed.

I submitted. “If it will please

looked at the darkened silhouette of his house once again, seeing

Luna be okay

car slowly reversed out of the parking lot. “Being a stray

you

thought it nice

a shame, really.” I made sure to catch his

of rain against the front windshield. I let my fingers rub along the inside of the car, letting my thoughts naturally drift away. I could feel a faint smile playing upon my face, making me realize I enjoyed the day more than

turn on the heat,” Teddy realized. “Are

“I feel better.”

“Still want the heat?”

“Sure, why not.”

worried back there. When your

tapped my finger against the side of the glass window.

with puddles, so he had to take care when driving down the single lane. The drive was

Teddy paused to turn his

answered him with a shake

became uncomfortably silent. I thought he would continue on with this conversation, but he did

“Why are you asking?”

was only curious,”

“And are you satisfied?”

steering wheel. I continued to stare at him, knowing that I had the upper hand since I was not driving. He avoided my gaze quite