"Who's Gemma?"
Tim's body shook as he heard Lily's voice. Her head was resting on her shoulder and she sat behind her, arms wrapped around his waist.
"No-no one. No one at all," he hastily replied. He immediatley ripped the paper in his hands and threw them at trash can.
"You're not good at telling lies, Tim," she warned, her voice cold.
He felt trapped, he couldn't lie t her longer. He had spent three decades with her and he had avoided this sticky situation and now he found himself in the position he least wanted to be.
"Lily I-"
"Gemma's your past," she whispered. "Your companion way before me."
"How did you-"
"She's been sending you letters for the past year. You've been replying them and I know. I know."
Tim suddenly recognized her tone. Cold but she was shaking, her arms were slowly loosing their grip on him and he singled out her soft sobs from all the white noise. She kept a brave front yet he long penetrated those walls.
"I read all of them. It's okay, no need to worry. I'm not mad at all. I just asked you that question to see if you'd be honest with me."
She retreated and slumped back on the bed with a sigh. Tim's back suddenly felt cold.
"I'm not angry, really," she mumbled, her voice delicate and soft. "I'm not jealous or anything."
Tim actually wanted her to be jealous.
YOU ARE READING
Time Moved Too Fast
Short Story"You played it back." Lily and Tim. Tim and Lily. It would never change. --- "You're reeking of madness!" "You're reeking of beauty." *Complete (pics not mine)
