Time Moved Too Fast

One: Under the Sycamore Tree

They met under a sycamore tree.

It was a hot summer night and Lily was reading a book under the moon's light which wasn't good at all.

"You know, my father said that reading under bad lighting conditions ain't good for you," Tim said, looking at her curiously. He was looking down at her with a grin.

Her head perked up from the book, Peter Pan and Wendy, and stared at the boy barely older than her. His hair was a messy mop of brown hair and his eyes glistened with a familiar gleam, one that she had herself. His eyes were white, like hers.

"You don't have a father. We don't have families," she replied, snapping her book shut.

Tim looked taken back but then gave a smile. "Take of your shades, missy."

She slowly took of her shades, a smirk danced gracefully on her lips. Her white eyes met his and there was a friction between the two. Lily broke the eye contact first.

"How long?"

He looked at her, mouth hanging but then he got what she was saying. "Lost count. How about you?"

"Almost five centuries," she whispered, staring cooly at him. "Why didn't you properly count?"

"What's the point of counting? You'll never die or age, why wallow in self pity?" He sat beside her, his back pressed against the trunk of the tree.

From where she sat, he looked older, more mature and she felt herself heat up. "You're older than me."

"Maybe."

"I'm Lily, by the way," she said, offering her hand.

"Tim." He shook her hand, smiling.

They stayed silent for a while, merely staring at the stars above them. Tim was the one who broke the silence this time.

"Let's get out of here, missy."
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