Oneshot talks about depression and therapy.

Tim Bradford's complicated past with his abusive and estranged father resurfaces when his father falls gravely ill. Wracked with anger, frustration, and unresolved pain, Tim struggles to cope - pushing away everyone, including Lucy Chen, the woman who loves him and refuses to let go. As Tim confronts the harsh realities of his childhood and his father's final days, Lucy stands by him with unwavering support, gently breaking down his walls with compassion and fierce love. Through shared confessions, painful visits, and quiet moments of vulnerability, Tim and Lucy navigate grief, forgiveness, and the fragile path toward healing. When Tim's father dies, Lucy attends the funeral by his side, strengthening the bond between them. As they face their uncertain future together, Tim finally admits the depths of his feelings, and Lucy embraces the promise of love and hope beyond the past.

She wakes up gasping, trapped in a nightmare that still feels too real. Her hands shake as she calls him. The door opens. Their eyes meet. And then, she collapses.

Tim and Lucy get into a fight. What will happen?

Lucy wasn't expecting a text like that from Tim. Neither was he. Tim makes a mistake. Lucy takes advantage of it. Business as usual. An accidental text. A bold reply. And maybe, just maybe, a date. Tim sends the wrong text. Lucy sends the right response.

Everything is chaos. Everything is still burning. But he's there. Injured, covered in dust and blood, and he dares. He dares to say those damn words. "I never stopped loving you." Lucy doesn't think. She can't. Her body moves before her brain catches up, her heart shatters before she can stop it. So she kisses him. Hard. Like an inevitability. Like a point of no return.

When Tim and Lucy's work schedules are out of sync, they leave each other little sticky notes to remind the other how much they're loved.

Lucy struggles with her mental he@lth. What will happen?

Lucy thought time would eventually erase his absence. Tim convinced himself that loving her from afar would be easier than loving her at all. But when fate traps them in the same room, when silence becomes too heavy and the words they've always avoided finally break free, there's no escaping the truth. "I never stopped loving you." And some truths hurt more than absence itself.

Tim can still feel the weight of her body beneath his, the heat of the flames, the way she clung to him under that damn fire blanket. Now, in the silence of the hospital room, the space between them feels unbearable. He knows he shouldn't. Knows it won't change anything. But when he slips into her bed, Lucy doesn't stop him. And when she clutches his shirt like she did back then-like she still needs him-Tim already knows he won't leave before dawn.