Tim laid awake in his own childhood bed, knowing his wife and daughters were fast asleep. He couldn't deny the connection, you, his very first girlfriend had together, the images spinning in his mind like vivid hallucinations. Torn between keeping his family and finding you, he slid out of bed and quietly exited his house in hopes to find you to tell you how he really felt. It was late at night and he knew exactly where he'd find you. Moments later he approached your door and knocked on it softly, hoping you'd still be awake. When your door opened his eyes warmed up as he took in your presence as he was scared you'd disappear.

"Hey. We need to talk." His voice is soft and paternal, but full of deep emotion and lingering admiration. His blue eyes sparkled behind his blue glasses.