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TIMOTHEE WAS ALWAYS CHARISMATIC AND LOVING, it was the environment he was purely surrounded by while growing up—-he was born and raised in marseille, france.
he had what he considered a perfect family, a loving sister, a loving mother, and a loving father. they always treated him with respect growing up and he did the same—-they hardly yelled and they were always understanding with him.
his childhood was a reflection on who he was today.
he was always really smart, being the type to not have to study for a test and and still manage to get an A, he was always in the academically advanced classes too. he went back and forth with majors.
he wanted to be a doctor, then he wanted to be an accountant, then he switched to a lawyer...
...before settling on psychology and therapy, which didn't last long.
because then he just went for a standard business major, he settled for it in the end because it was the easiest one and could make him the most money—-and he was right because it did.
it took a lot to get him there, and there were things that held him back in his life... things that he had to work and push through to get somewhere.
when timothee was just seventeen, the first big step of his life came. he was already accepted into a college in new york city and applied to study abroad in italy, he was getting ready to leave within the next few months.
"who's coming here?" timothee asked his mom while placing bowls on the table for her. he tried to do the best he could to help out his mother and make her life just a little bit easier.
because she always made his easier.
"some old friends that me and your father grew up with, they have a daughter around your age and she's coming as well" she said as she continued setting up the table.
timothee was friendly, he loved making new friends. learning about a person and their interests was something he was so invested in, which was why he wanted to get into psychology for a little while.
he had to be realistic about what would make him the most successful at the end of the day though.
but that dinner, oh that dinner would impact timothee for the rest of his life.
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the second his parents friends came and his eyes fell on her, he felt his heart nearly burst out of his chest—-euphoria shooting all across his body, every inch of it covered.
timothee had never believed in love at first sight, until now.
"hi im lily" she waved to him and his family, who were already seated at the table, he felt like he wasn't even sitting in his seat anymore, he was absolutely mezmorized.
lily
he loved that name.
lily
lily...
lily
he wanted to play that name on repeat for the rest of his life, he wanted to hear it, it was like a song, a muse with a beautiful melody behind the surface of it.
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(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.
Fanfiction[ completed; tetralogy to the hells awakening series ] ━ hells seventh circle... violence. © mads 2021
