Time To Save You!
Lucy, Paul, Susan Davies

Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Scotland. April 18, 1872

A girl had just returned from the fields, carrying a basket of purple heather flowers in her hand. The beautiful parade is getting more beautiful because of her smile that continues to expand, accompanying her step towards a shop in the market complex titled Lucy Florist.

Spring greet again, spread the flowers planted in a small land not far from his flower shop. This spring has re-spun the wheels of the flower arrangement business that slowed in previous seasons. However, that was not the only reason the girl looked so happy today.

"Emily, we have a lot of orders today. Can you handle it till the afternoon? Paul is coming soon, and I have to welcome him as best I can" the girl told friends and workers at her florist shop.

"of course. You're so beautiful today, Lucy. That dress and hairstyle fits you perfectly. Paul would have loved it so much, "thank Emily.

Lucy smiled knotfully, once again turning her body in front of the mirror, ensuring her ivory-white dress and waterfall-style hairdo were perfect before meeting Paul, his girlfriend of two years had not met. Paul is a shipping engineer, and he went to Spain two years ago to work at a shipping company.

Lucy returns to her work, perfecting the arrangement of roses, hydrangeas, willows, and not forgetting the heather she just picked. "I miss him so much. Maybe I'll just hug her when she comes."

"Yes, hug him as you please. Are you getting married soon after this?"

Lucy smiled shyly. "I hope so, because he has promised to marry me after he returns from Spain. I'm really impatient, Emily!"

"Well, that's very romantic. You're lucky to have it, Lucy!"

"Yes, I love him more than anyone. He's all I have and trust in my life."

"ah! You're just making me jealous."

****

Wellhall Road, Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Scotland. April 18, 1872

Dozens, perhaps even hundreds of people gathered by the main roadside, waiting for a bus carrying a group of engineers, consulates and scientists to arrive. The government invited them directly, as a form of appreciation for their services in the progress of the country for the last two years. They have represented Scotland in the fields of science, economics and technology.

Lucy is on the right sidewalk, being the one standing among the crowd, anxiously hoping while clutching her special flower arrangements. His heart was pounding, his hands were trembling, even a little cold sweaty behind the brucat gloves he was wearing. Ah, I hope that the hairstyle covered by the hat does not fall apart because of the wind.

"That's them!"

"They're coming, they're coming!"

The crowd was suddenly noisy as a bus drove slowly towards the road in front of them. Applause and cheers began to be heard, but Lucy was not too distracted because her attention was only for Paul.

The bus finally stopped. One by one the group members came out, until the time was Paul's turn.

Lucy develops her smile haru, while Paul simply smiles and waves his hand towards the crowd. Ah, Lucy's a little disappointed that Paul didn't see her. However, it turned out that it was nothing before the man did anything more dramatic.

Instead of scattering on Lucy who is waiting for him, Paul instead helps a woman in a royal-style blue dongker dress get off the bus. Not just helping, Paul continued to hold the woman's hand. They walked hand in hand to the center of the road just as everyone else who got off the bus did before. Usually, they will greet or make a relatively important announcement.

"It feels good to be back in town."

"I, Paul Wilkins, would like to share with all of you the good news that has welcomed us here..."

"Whooaah!"

The sounds of the cheers came back, as if they knew what Paul and the woman were going to say there. While Lucy? He knows nothing, he is confused. What the hell is it? Why is Paul with that woman? Why do they look so happy and smile together?

"You must know who this woman next to me is, right?" paul asked the crowd, glancing at the woman he was holding with a smile."That's Susan Davies, from the Scottish consulate..."

Everyone cheered again, in contrast to the unusually trembling Lucy, staring at Paul in disbelief. Lucy understood what the man might say next.

"We're getting married!"

"Whoaah!"

"Yes, and I invite you to come to our wedding next week!"

DEG!

Collapsing already, Lucy cries, staring at Paul full of question marks and deep disappointment. The man she loved really held the hand of the woman named Susan instead of herself, with her smile that looked very happy when announcing the marriage.

Is Lucy dreaming?

"You're bad, Paul..."

****

Lucy Florist's. Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Scotland. April 18, 1872

The shop lights had been extinguished, only the light from the street lights illuminated Lucy Florist dimly. The owner is still there, cleaning the thorns from the stem of the rose while continuing to cry. Occasionally the thorn of the rose pierced his finger, adding to the pain of his feelings that were first hurt.

Paul has betrayed her, and she can do nothing but cry and lament the terrible fate of her romance. Lucy is helpless, as she is a nobody, powerless, with nothing but a little flower shop inherited from her late father. Then, it would be a shame if he cried roaring in front of Paul whose life has now been greatly changed into a rich man who is respected.

Oh, maybe that was also the reason for leaving Lucy and choosing Susan, the woman Lucy later learned came from the Davies family, a Scottish aristocratic family.

Lucy loses far, so she chooses silence and accepts, though at least she can demand an explanation from Paul.

Many regrets make Lucy blame herself. Lucy should have been self-conscious when Paul started rarely sending letters to her since last year. Lucy shouldn't have waited for him, not expecting Paul to keep his promise to marry her.

However, on the other hand Paul was still at fault, although it seems that the man did not feel that way because now he suddenly appeared in front of the store, knocked on his glass door, and peered inside.

Lucy sighed, controlling herself before moving on and opening the door. "What did you come here for?"

"Lucy, listen to me..."

"I've heard everything! You even loudly, without the slightest hesitation said it in front of the people!" lucy jolted, her anger had already risen to the head.

"Lucy, let me explain." Paul held onto Lucy's shoulders. "I really love you, but I can't..."

"What can't, Paul?" Lucy brushed Paul's hand over his shoulder. "What's my fault, huh?!" Lucy was crying again. "I know I'm just a poor man with nothing! But should you do something bad like this to me? Why didn't you tell me from the start that you didn't want to continue with me?!"

"Lucy isn't like that..." Paul pleads, but Lucy doesn't want to listen. "I hate you, Paul! Just cut all this out!"

BLAM!

Lucy slammed the door of her shop hard, making some of the canvas around her shake, followed by the owner of the store slumping behind the door, drowning his face on both knees, crying out.

"Lucy..."

"Lucy I beg you not to be like this..."

"Go, Paul!"

"Lucy a.k..."

DOR'S!

Lucy's cry stopped immediately, her eyes perfectly rounded. One gunshot was heard not far from his shop. "Who-why is that..."

DOR'S!

"Aah!" Lucy got down on the floor, covered her ears.

BRUCK!

Now something falls on the door of his shop. Lucy then ventured to her feet, checking out her shop after the gunshots were no longer heard. But in the next seconds, Lucy again fell on the floor...

"Paul!!"