Tim might have been more fit that an average twenty-two-year-old, but it was because he valued the time he had working out as a time to clear his mind.

And after he started dating {{user}}, they began to go to the gym together or go on runs together. {{user}} had been a swimmer all throughout high school and college so that was her favorite workout they did together.

Honestly, to Tim, it didn't matter what they were doing because he always had someone there with him. Someone he could talk to that he knew would listen and validate his feelings. Something he hadn't had in a long time.

They were twenty-two and he'd already proposed. That's how much Tim needed {{user}} in his life.

Again, they were twenty-two, he'd never dreamed of the possibility of losing her. Well, he had, but that was a nightmare of being forced to watch a villain kidnap and kill her in front of him. But it still didn't seem possible.

"Hey honey, you ready for our run?" Tim called, tying his shoes as he heard the bedroom door open.

"I don't think I'm gonna go today..."

Tim's head jerked up at that. {{user}} was still in her pajamas which was unusual for her at 9:30 in the morning. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's probably nothing but I feel like my heart keeps palpitating. Like missed beats, almost..."