About the song I chose: When i was listening this song yesterday, it made me think of Lucy and Tim and the all breakup thing.. It's a french song. I'm way too lazy to translate the song by myself, so i used AI so maybe it's not perfect. I put the video up there in the banner, if you wanted the french lyrics somewhere just ask me. I will just put the translate ones in my story.
♫ La pluie - Louane.
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« It rained in the room; were those my tears or just a part of you leaving? I think my hands are trembling; I'm searching for a bit of flame. Is there anything left of us somewhere?»
Lucy has been a mess since he left her. Even if she tried to be strong, she failed. At first, she was so mad at him that talking to him was out of the question. But for work, they had to. She had to pretend and hide her pain. She was still deeply in love with him, and maybe it was the most painful thing to live with for now. Even after he broke her heart, she was still there for him. Like that day when she locked the elevator to talk to him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad at you, and it doesn't change anything," she said before hugging him. Or when she jumped into a truck from hers while both of them were moving. Her heart was on duty, not her brain. She tried to stay flat when, later, he apologized to her, because the only thing she wanted at this moment was : to kiss him.
When she was finally home that day, she took her shower and dressed herself in his shirt. The one she didn't give back. She laid down in her bed, switched off the light, and burst into tears. She missed him so much—more than she wanted. " Is there anything left of them somewhere ?"
She saved him today. After all she went through, she chose to save him and jeopardize her life. Thirty minutes after he went out of the station, Tim was still sitting in his car, thinking. What did he do that night? The girl he shattered into pieces just saved his ass. "You are an idiot, Bradford," he thought. Yes, his mental health was in a bad condition, and he needed to figure a lot of things out, but breaking up with the love of his life was not the right thing to do. No. And right now, the only thing he wanted was to knock at her door, tell her how deeply he was in love with her, and kiss her. But this wasn't "small doses she will allow.". He needed to respect his words and, mainly, her boundaries.
« But when you look at me, I lower my guard a little. But the rain keeps falling as our hearts devour each other. Do you still love me? The rain keeps falling, and our hearts devour each other. »
One week after his injury, Tim was back on patrol. During his medical leave, Lucy sent him a text to check on him. So when he met her today before the roll call, the first thing he did was smile. She answered shyly, but she answered. Small doses..
Day after day, she allowed him more than he could have expected from her. He tried to give her space but was not able to not stare at her when he had the opportunity. They exchanged more looks than Angela could count. It was obvious from the outside: Tim and Lucy were still in love with each other, but they needed time to recover. Some of his looks made her smile.
It was now okay for the both of them to hang out with everyone. Sometimes he offered her a drink or two because he wanted to. Tim was tipsy when he joined her outside that night. One gaze from him, one smile from her. They stayed a moment in silence; it was not awkward; in fact, it was comforting.
T: Therapy is helping. I was wrong. I was fucking wrong to leave you and believe it was the better solution for the both of us. Trauma affected me more than I thought, and it hurt you. My dad, Isabel, and the army made me the cold and harsh guy you met when you were my rookie. You came into my life like a tornado, and you changed me without wanting to. This made me fall in love with you. I'm not ready to share everything that happened yet, but I promise, one day I will. But, Luce, I'm sorry. I really am, and I'll always be.
She listened to him carefully. Tim has changed. He wasn't the guy who shared his feelings so easily. Shyly, Lucy reached for his hand, intertwined their fingers, and laid her head on his shoulder. Both of them were smiling. Tim's phone popped their bubble. Angela was looking for him. They shared a deep look before he went back inside.
« But when I look into your eyes, there is still a bit of fire. Tell me there's still a chance.»
Day after day, Tim and Lucy were closer than the day before. Same mechanism: looks, smiles, comforting silence. When they were home, they could spend hours texting. It was easier for them to communicate this way.
Even if she was still mad and hurt, she mentally already forgave him. She wanted him back; he wanted the same, but they didn't want to rush it. The flirting era, the unknown, the small doses, the slow burn, and the unintentional touch were comforting. It was exactly what they needed now.
It was one of these nights. They have been texting for two hours now. That night, Tim asked Lucy if she could join him at his next therapy session. He wanted her with him. His therapist offered to bring someone with him once, someone he trusted. She accepted. The therapist didn't have to ask who she was; eyes spoke for them. Lucy was sitting next to him; she was listening carefully to everything he said. And then, the therapist looked at her and asked her, "Why did you accept to come here today?" At first, Lucy was a bit unsettled; she was not ready to be questioned.
L: Because he asked me to. Because he is worth the effort. I'm not ready to be us again, but we are working on it, and I miss him. I love you, Tim, still.
The session ended with this. When they were in the elevator, Tim came closer to her and hugged her. "I love you, still," he whispered into her ear. It made her smile. They needed a little bit more time to heal, but both of them wanted to be "us " again.
« I don't care if the rain keeps falling; I know we'll come out stronger. Tell me you still love me; the rain keeps falling, and I love when our hearts devour each other. The rain keeps falling. I know we'll come out stronger. Tell me you still love me. The rain keeps falling. And I love when our hearts devour each other; I know we still love each other. »
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30/06/2024. Hello everyone :) ! Hope you liked this one. I'm on holiday for 2 weeks now, so maybe i will write more often! If you have ideas, please share! Please vote and comment it helps a lot ! Thanks. Take care of you.
