Tim From Dear John Novels & Stories

Olivia asked, pulling him out of the depths of his memory. Tim shook his head slightly, taking a slow sip of his coffee to steady his voice. "Ethan Wellman is a difficult man, I must say. He holds more in than he lets on, and he finds it hard to be impressed by... well, anything." Olivia gave a thoughtful, "Mmm." "But not to worry," Tim added, the conviction in his eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "There is no rock I won't crack." Just then, Timothy’s phone beeped—a call from an unknown number. He leaned over, picking it up with a curt, formal tone. "Hello, this is Tim Dorian."

Tim smiled with contentment. "I am so glad Alvira isn't here," Tim said calmly with his eyes closed. "Me too. She would have stolen the moments talking our heads off and making us play one of that bizarre truth or dare games she loves so much." Emily said with a slight laugh. Tim smiled at her words as he remembered their daughter and her bubbly personality. "She would make some man very lucky one day," He said with a sad smile. "I want her to have what we have."

“Hey, man. There’s a body out in the desert. I found it when I was, uh, studying the desert nightlife, man. I think . . . I think it’s a little girl.” Immediately the receptionist thought of Bryony. Poor girl, it had happened. It was time. She snuffled a little and pressed the magic red button on the station’s telephone. “What?” said the voice on the receiver. “Tim,” she said. Not Mr. Tim or Captain Tim or any of the other formal titles that he had garnished in his illustrious career. No, they were small town born and small town raised, and Tim was Tim. Thirty years from now when Tim would become President of the United States, he would shirk at being called President Lowry, but he would do

But his eyes could tell the truth. “Why all of the sudden?" He realized Dr. Tim was telling the truth but he still needed to know what was behind. “I already found someone. And I proposed to him last month. So when I came back here, I made up my mind to settle things between us. Nimueh became my friend also, she was the funniest and great woman I had ever met.” He gawked at him and waited for him to say something that was a joke or something. But Dr. Tim's face was still serious. His words were serious.

Tim opened the door and her first reaction was to pull her nose at the sight of Delilah. “Why are you back here?” Uncontrollably, Mrs. Tim failed to hide her true emotions for Delilah, “I mean, oh! you are back!” she forced a wide smile onto her lips, still not welcoming Delilah to get inside the house. “Who is it?” Mr. Tim, who had spent his entire life spending Delilah’s mother’s wealth that was not too much, but enough to help Delilah with her finances, walked after Mrs. Tim to see who had arrived.

If he hadn't found out her identity, he wouldn't believe that a woman like Violet was an assassin. But he had to admit that people like her were truly worthy of being called top-class. They would murder without anyone realizing it! … Timothy was a Sylvaronian and the richest man in the world. He was 70 years old, but he was still healthy. He didn't look like he was older than 50. Violet was a little nervous to be meeting such a prominent figure so suddenly. Examining her, Carl said in an upset tone, "I didn't see you getting nervous when you met me."

He concluded his speech, his eyes hoping that his reply would be a positive one. Harriette couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing, nor could she believe what her ears were hearing. "Tim, what in the world are you doing in the ladies restroom?" "Oh, I was just here to watch girls pee, then I overheard you, so I decided to take my shot. I mean, I am your only chance now right? You know maybe you on a wheelchair is a sign from the Easter Bunny that we were meant to be together. Right?" Tim innocently spoke out his heart.

His departure at such an early hour of the day was out of the ordinary, and Laura and Jerry were struck by his manner. They exchanged perplexed looks, wondering what would have caused this abrupt shift in routine. Mr. Tim came up to the counter and said, "Hey, guys," in a cheerful tone. They both responded, "Mr. Tim," stopping what they were doing to give him their whole focus. Their coordinated responses made him smile. "How is today going for you?" "As busy as usual?" His happy face was full of delight as he asked. “Fine sir." Laura and Jerry replied courteously, "Work is good."

"You know about it, then. About him…" "It's alright, Cindy. Everyone has a past." He was still the same gentle and warm senior I had always known. I wiped my tears away. "You're right, it's all in the past now. Thank you, Tim." Suddenly, Timothy asked, "Was what you said earlier true?" "What?" I blinked. "About you being my fiancée?" He looked at me seriously, his eyes full of the same affection I had always seen in them. My face went bright red. "No, that's not it. I only said that to make him give up and stop bothering me."

I said as I hugged one of Clyde's legs. "Jacob... Calm down... Tell me everything..." he said and held my arm to assure me that everything was going to be alright. "Clyde... There's two people, who were so weird and introduced themselves to me... The first one is a middle-age man and his name is Timothee. I... I was scared of him but there's something within me that says it's like I've known him for a long time. And there's this guy, sama as our age whose name is Minhyun SEO. And I look just like him," I said while trying to calm myself down.