#ft;ted

“Oh, Edward. Ted. Really I always loved to call him Ted.” Andromeda mumbled into the glass of wine she sipped, hardly a break between them. What a rare disposition to catch a creature such as her in, to let her guard down so easily with this elixir. Baring feelings to those who hadn’t even asked. Hadn’t she learned that which was kept trapped would find its way out, Andromeda herself a product of such a fate. “Warmth.” It was all she could seem to get out, shaking her head to shake the knot in her throat. “He was so warm he could have been the sun. He was my sun.” The words hardly seemed to make sense, but how to describe the feeling of his presence. “I can’t be selfish though. Can’t have all th’sun. I’ll hide in the dark so th’sun doesn’t have to die. So he won’t die. So that, that everyone can feel how warm he his. How much love he ‘as to give.” Andromeda tried to pull herself together, but the tears welled up despite vigilant effort. “I’d give all my love to him so he could just love that much more.” And that’s exactly what she had done. “M’love, m’life, m’everything.”