Trauma

15 | Stars

"Look how beautiful," Evelyn says excitedly, pointing to the pretty trees and flowers surrounding them as they walk through Central Park. Timothée looks at her with adoration, loving how she gets so excited at the littlest things like trees.

"Mhmm."

She looks over at him, seeing his smirk. "What?"

"Nothing, you're just being cute." She blushes for the third time that night. What is Timothée doing to her? "So, you know how I said we're going to a restaurant. . .?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I lied. I, unfortunately, don't have enough money to go to a fancy restaurant like that, so instead, I thought it would be nice to have a little picnic here," Timothée says, motioning to the small meadow in front of them. It is surrounded by trees and a tiny pond, and there is already a picnic blanket and basket laid out for them. 

"Wow," she is speechless as Timothée grabs her hand and leads her over. She sits down, and he does the same, then takes out some plates and hands her some starters: fruits, cheese, and some crackers. But Evelyn is busy looking up, through an opening in the trees, and at the stars. "It's already dark."

"I mean, it is 8:00."

"Really?" she fishes out her phone and checks the time. It really is 8:00. "Damn."

"Strawberry?"

She looks over and sees him holding a strawberry out for her. "Sure," she smiles, grabbing it, and eating it. It's one of the best strawberries she has ever had, sweet, soft, and flavourful. "Mmm."

Timothée points to her lip. "You have a little there." Evelyn quickly wipes it away. "Still there," this time, he wipes it for her, and her face turns red once again. He laughs at the interaction.

As the night goes on, they have the pizza that was in the basket and talk about random shit they find interesting. "So, about the play. . ." Timothée says.

"You were really good."

"And so were you, but that's not really what I want to talk about at the moment," he says and Evelyn sighs, knowing exactly what he means. She points up at the sky.

"Look, those stars kinda resemble a fish-"

"Ev," Timothée says with frustration immanent in his voice.

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, "the kiss, right? What is there to talk about?"

"I just. . .I wanted to make sure you're okay with everything that's happening. 'Cause I know how fast this is going. I was wondering if you want to slow down, or is this pace comfortable?"

"This is perfect, Timmy. Honestly, you didn't need to do any of this. Tonight is the best night I have had and will have for a while. I'm so thankful for everything, and I don't know how to repay you."

He starts leaning in, "by allowing me to do this." Their lips meet for the third time that night, but it feels like their first kiss all over again, the butterflies in Evelyn's stomach and his soft lips on hers. Just like the first time, it ends too soon.

"And so, now that you've said you're okay with this pace, I wanted to ask you. . .," he get's done on one knee with a bit of clumsiness in his movements, "Evelyn Thomas, will you be my girlfriend?"

She gasps slightly, looking at the silver ring with a pink crystal heart on it. This is probably why he can't afford the fancy restaurant. "I would love to, Timmy."

They hug each other, staring into the moonlit night while cuddling up, wrapped in blankets. They stare into one another's eyes and share kisses here and there. Evelyn wishes this would never end. That she could be Timothée's girlfriend for the rest of her life, but of course, like the saying "all good things come to an end," that saying would come true for Evelyn and Timothée too.

A/N

I'm sad that this was the last chapter of Trauma. I hope you liked it. If you guys want it, I'll be glad to write another book for part 2 and I've even left a little bit of a cliffhanger at the end of this story just for that. But if this book is destined to not be a series, that's okay too! 

- M