It was an evening, or even night. Timothy decided to walk on the street. He wasn't afraid of this late time. Timothy was afraid of people who can't accept and understand him.
Also, Timothy wore an iron mask, just in case anyone noticed him.
Timothy went for a walk away from residential buildings and public places. He went to an abandoned railroad.
There was no one there but only a young man of twenty-six. It was Timothy.
"I know one woman whom you can call and tell your situation. She will understand and listen to you." Raymond said.
"Yes, I need that kind of support." Timothy agreed.
At home, he called a woman with a pleasant voice.
Timothy told her about what happened to him at work, about how his wife left him with their baby daughter, about how some people didn't understand his new appearance. The woman listened with pleasure and supported the young man.
Then she herself came to visit him and they discussed everything one on one. Timothy even more felt the support of this woman.
"Good thing, Timothy is happy!" Sophie's mother said.
"Yes, it's important for him." Sophie said.
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