The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

My mouth was soon stuffed with food. I found my eyes wandering over to the left of me, taking in the bareness of the land on that side of the field. The grass was higher on that end, and the unruliness of the land assured me that people seldom walked in that direction. The sound of seabirds ignited the air, enough to blend harmoniously with the sound of lapping water. I contemplated going down there, but it was something that had to be discussed with Teddy first. “How far is the drop?”

“Excuse me?” he asked in a painfully harsh tenor that I was unaccustomed to hearing.

“The drop?”

His jawline tightened significantly until he could no longer look in my direction. “Why are you asking me this?” he inquired in a strained voice. There was a look of defeat to him, a terrible sense of pain that creased the top of his brow.

“I was wondering…” He squinted his eyes tightly. “If we could go down to the bottom?”

“Why?” he asked in a sharp tone of voice.

“To walk along the sandy beach.”

He sat there silently, and after a while he was able to regain his composure. “We can’t go through here. There is no way downwards. If we return to my house, I could show you a route, but it is a long walk and it will not be an easy one.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to do it?

“Did I say something to anger you?” His teeth clenched together. “I never meant too.”

“It was a mistake bringing you here,” he relinquished. He took a large bit of his tuna sandwich and chomped down on it harshly. It was clear I had said something to upset him. His body physically turned away from me, focusing on the left side of the cliffs that was closer to his house. He stopped eating suddenly and then took to standing upwards, he kicked the edge of the blanket downwards and then slowly strode over to the cliff’s edge. I watched him look at the bottom of the cliffs, head bent downwards with a look of destitution. It was not curiosity that made Teddy look downwards, it was something else. “Good riddance,” was uttered softly under his breath, after he kicked a stray pebble off the cliff to plummet to the bottom. It was only then that I realized I struck a sensitive cord.

“Teddy?” I called out, but he chose to ignore me. “Teddy!” I called out in a much louder voice. My plate was pushed away from me and then I quietly strode towards him. His arm was taken up with a steady grip, my fingers pressed firmly into his forearm. “I never meant to upset you,” I gently reminded him. I tugged on his arm to gather his attention, and then used my left hand to tilt his chin until it could face my direction. “Look at me,” I pleaded.

He blinked at the image of me, and then nodded his head in agreement. “I know you didn’t,” he hushed with a great deal of pain.

“Should we leave?”

“Do you mind if we don’t go down there today?” he asked me in turn. “I am not ready for that.”

“Yes, of course.”

“The next time you come along I should be in better spirits. You could bring your bathing suit.”

“Go for a swim?”

“Dabble our feet in the water,” he mentioned. “The waves are too strong here to swim. At least, not for your first time.”

“Okay, that will work.” I let my finger glide past the edge of his chin to feel his strong jawline. He closed his eyes as the sensation overtook him and instinctively leaned into my touch. There was something sensual about my hand movements, the way his face smoothed out willingly as the seconds wore on. He opened his eyes eventually and then took a large step forward to close off the gap between us. I watched him hook a long arm around my frame and with a sudden jerk he tugged me forward. “You are going to kiss me again, aren’t you?”

“I intend on always kissing you, Sela,” he warned. “You shouldn’t have let me have a taste.”

I rubbed my hand at the back of his nape, liking the irresistible look in his eyes. Teddy was the first to lean forward and parade my mouth with longful kisses. It was just as good as last time, which encouraged me to go at the tip of my toes to kiss him back. His arms were tight around me, pressing me firmly against his chest. I was nearly off the ground at one point, but his arms were strong enough for me to feel secure in them. The back of his hair was balled up in my hand, tugging on it lightly with something akin to aggression. He was stirring all kinds of emotions inside of me, feelings that I wasn’t used to.

He yanked at my hand to bring me away from the cliff’s

There were laugh lines at the sides of his face and tiny crinkles

“Oh, I’m thirty-four.”

“I thought so.”

“What about you?”

him. “There

he deliberated aloud. “A young face

mother.

hand dragged over the back of his neck once

“They are brown.”

“It is hard to tell, unless I

notice,” I assured him. I fell into his chest, and then kicked my feet up to become more relaxed. My plate still had some food on it, but I would save it for another time. Teddy curled his arms around the front of me, letting his fingers glide over

like you, Sela,” he said out of the

“I know you do.”

of aggravation. “There will be things I need to tell you.” His wandering fingers froze over the top of my abdomen. “You

assured him. “There

Harry’s house he thought I

“Harry?”

“My guardian, Harry Leas.”

took care of

a child. I was up for adoption and he found me. I became a son to him, a son

was he kind to

I am is directly because of him.” A brief pause succeeded, where he dropped his hands away from me. “The good things at

you still close to

see him go, but I guess…” I could

live in the house with

“No.”

“Where were you?”

museum curator. We

he was a

pianist. A scholar of sorts. He was very gifted at cricket, and enjoyed golf on the weekends. He was a man that could hardly stay

enjoy a more relaxed lifestyle,” I knowingly

I could never depart from it, but there is something - something in my soul that warns me that I should. I have been so

“How so?”

a changed man once I enter those walls,” he finally revealed to me. “But you have

“Yes, I have.”

aloud. He looked over to the left, taking note of the barren field with some interest. “Free of the pain and the anguish.” He shook his head with some regret. “But its claws are etched deeply into my skin. It won’t

“Could I help?”

me. “We should go to the

we go out for

go out?” he