Lucielle was running to the post office to send a last minute letter to her aunt telling her why she wouldn’t be able to visit her due to some unfortunate circumstance which required her to stay where she was for a while. It had abruptly started raining and neither was she wearing appropriate clothes nor did she have an umbrella with her. She wasn’t even near the post office when she was absolutely drenched and the letter soggy. She had given up as a soggy letter would do her no good even if it was delivered on time and she just wished her aunt lived in a place which could have another sort of communication. It was very old school and frankly not convenient at all. She was shivering and did not know when to do when she saw a figure approaching her. The figure gave her the umbrella he was holding and then continued to take his coat off to give to her as well. His name was Timothee. According to him he would never ignore the cry of a damsel in distress. He also offered to walk her back home. It was getting dark and she thought that he was a better option than getting kidnapped. Of course trusting a stranger you just met isn’t any better but he just had a very comforting vibe about him and she trusted it.
After that day the two of them actually became pretty close. It was summer so they both had a lot of time to kill. It was an area in the countryside so nothing interesting really happened there often as well but they had both found each other interesting enough that they were never really bored. They would take long bike rides at sunrise, chase each other around the coastline, sometimes take a dip in the sea, stargaze whenever it was night and the more time spent with each other the better they felt. Their time together was healing something in both of them. They just made each other happy.
On the day Timothee finally decided to confess he was buying flowers for her when he heard a high pitched scream and a long crash. He ran towards it and saw Lucielle lying on the ground with a pool of blood around her. She asked him why she chose to ignore the damsel in distress today but before he could tell her he was buying her flowers, her heart stopped. At that moment he felt as if time had stopped with it. He had found the right person for him but just didn’t have enough time. And what haunted him the most was that he couldn’t even tell her that he loved her before she was gone. He had fallen for the false image of time.