Sour Candy | T. Drake ✔

[42] His Beacon Of Light

Tim kept confined to his room even after dinner, refusing to open the door until all of them just let him be. They knew he needed time to himself to figure things out and come go terms with what he had just discovered, however, they were also worried that he could do something to hurt himself.

He was unpredictable especially whenever he got troubled.

But Tim knew better than to cause the others any more trouble so he simply tried his best to push those words out of his head, struggling to focus on the work he had been doing earlier. But it was to no avail as his head throbbed and the unwanted memories of that time he had been taken captive by the League swirled in his head.

Frustrated, he shut down his laptop and stood up, hand running through his hair as he grabbed his jacket and bike keys. He creaked open the door a fraction and checking that the path was clear, he silently descended the stairs and went to the garage, taking his bike out.

He knew at least someone from the family would have noticed that he had left his room so before they could come and ask where he was going, he revved up the engine and sped off.

After miles of aimless wandering, he finally came to a halt in front of Dora's Coffee Haunt.

Whenever he felt lost, he always found his way back to Dora. But right then he was thinking whether or not to go to her. He did not want her to find out about Mona but he also knew that he never kept any secrets from her.

Just seeing her made him want to confess everything.

He was pacing underneath the balcony when her soft voice called out to him, "hey, come up. What are you waiting for?"

He looked up to see Dora standing behind the rails, features set in a breathtaking smile.

"Come up, Timmy," she repeated, holding her hand out towards him.

He took in a deep breath and nodded, climbing up to the balcony and took her hand as she pulled him over the rails. Her arms had wrapped around his neck as she hugged him, her comforting scent settling around him that worked a lot on soothing his frayed nerves.

He held her close, burying his head into her shoulder and closed his eyes. Dora noticed that something was off with him as he hadn't spoken a single word to her yet. But she didn't ask him outright, letting him ravel in the comfort he felt when he was with her.

"I love you, Dora," he mumbled softly.

Even if everything else was clashing in his life, that one sentence was what he was perfectly sure about. He loved Dora and nothing could change it and he felt the feeling get even stronger each time he confessed to her.

She was his beacon of light that he found his way back too each time he got thrown in rough waters. And right then he was extremely grateful for her comforting presence because if she wasn't around, he might have lost himself to eternal darkness.

"I love you too, bird boy," she replied, tilting her head slightly to kiss his cheek, "now you wanna stay out here in the cold or shall we go in?"

He pulled apart slightly but didn't let go of her hand as he nodded.

Dora led him inside then locked the grills of the balcony. Turning to face him, she asked, "have you had dinner?" He shook his head and she sighed, tugging him towards the stairs that led down to the kitchen, "I knew it. Come on."

"I'm not hungry," he resisted but gave in to the small pout that her lips had puckered into, her eyes daring him to refuse her.

"I had made pasta today, your favorite. And do you know, I haven't had dinner either," she lied because she knew he wouldn't eat if she told him she and Alex had eaten already, "I was hoping you'd drop by so that we could dine together."