Timmy walked back into his rented room, the door creaking slightly as he shut it behind him. He had just met with Lily, but he couldn't shake the thought of her. It had been on his mind all day—her smile, her voice, the way she carried herself. She was always so calm, so composed, and Timmy, well, he was anything but. He couldn't help it.
He picked up his phone and opened his contacts app, his thumb hovering over her name. He had saved her number a while ago, but tonight, for some reason, he found himself staring at her contact picture.
Lily's face looked so serene, the way her brown eyes sparkled even in the dim light of the photo. He couldn't help but trace the soft curve of her cheek with his finger, his thumb gliding over the screen like it was the most delicate thing in the world.
