truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]

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dear ivo,

just when i thought dad and i were getting along well, we fought again.

i think karma wanted to bite me in the butt for the time when dad bought me an ice cream and i said i'd pay him back but i never did.

i suck at keeping promises.

and our fight was bad. i can't even remember what it was first about but then the topic got changed to my weight somewhere in the middle.

i did the only thing i knew to do when someone talked about my weight. i ran. i ran away from my family, from my angry father, from my disappointed mother. i ran until i couldn't breath anymore.

i don't know how it happened but somehow i ended up in front of ty's door, ringing the door bell non stop.

"i'm coming, i'm coming," i heard ty yell.

when he opened it, his face turned from surprised to angry in a matter of seconds. he took in my face and pulled me into a hug.

"who made you cry, teddy?"

i shook my head. i didn't want to talk right then. i dont't think i could talk with how much cry i was doing at that moment.

he must have read my mind because took my hand and lead me downstairs. he popped in a movie and sat down with me beside him, me hugging a pillow, him hugging my shoulders.

we didn't say anything for a while. the sounds of me sobbing and the movie going replaced the quietness.

after a while, i mumbled, "dad."

ty pulled my face away from the pillow that had a mountain of snot on now. "what was that?"

"dad made me cry." my voice cracked on the last word.

"your weight?"

i nodded. ty knew how much i hated people talking about my weight. it wasn't that i was fat but i wasn't skinny either. i was in the middle kind of, leaning more to the fat side than the skinny.

he pulled me close again but i turned my head so i could see the movie we were watching. it was my favourite comedy movie that always had me laughing in a matter of seconds. the sister act.

and that was how i woke up in the morning the next day. snuggled tight in ty's arms.

truly,

teddy