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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET "this isn't some little scheme right? just so you can get my attention, you so desperately want."
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i sit on the train, as he kept hold of the lever. i softly turn my head to stare at my reflection from the lightly tinted window of the train. the orange and blue lights that speed faster than my eyes.
"do you talk?" he asked.
"not to you." i mumbled.
"i make you shy, don't it?" he smiled, with such conceitedness.
i rolled my eyes and let out a huff, i slid the train door open to get through the other section of the train connected to the front, away from him.
it's not like i hated him. i didn't trust him. not a single bit. so i kept my distances, just in case.
something about a stranger helping me didn't seem right.
the train stops. he slid open the door to the other side of the train where i was. "well, we made it to the floodplain forest." he looks me up and down, then walks off the train and onto the nature where the trees filled. i follow behind him, slowly.
i had no emotion on my face; this still feels seemingly unreal. i was sick to my stomach i can almost throw up after realizing everything i seen being real.
i run to the sides of a tree, arm over the tree. feeling more nauseous with the bright ray of sunlight that made my brain boil.
"woah woah woah." i hear timothée rush over, as branches of trees crack beneath his feet. "you okay?" he holds my hair back.
"i'm okay." i say angrily, tilting my head away from his hands.
"you weren't vaccinated or anything?" he asked, leaning his back against the same tree.
"gosh no, you don't actually think i'm one of them, do you?" i felt like hurling more.
"anyone can be." he says. "one hand up." he commanded.
i lift my head up from the tree, staring awkwardly at him. "on-one hand up?"
he gives me an odd expression. "uh—yeah." he says sarcastically, that came off bluntly rude.
my shaky hands waved my right hand up. "what's the point in seeing my hand go up?" i throw my hair into a bun.
"you'll find out soon, here." he hands me a water bottle. "drink up, i don't want you passing out on me. he continued walking, i try to catch up while chugging down the bottle.
"my dads log house should be around here." i say, as we walked further, trying to spot it.
dad. i wanted to cry right then and there. it was like a stab in the heart, my heart limped as i walked with the internal pain of my parents gone.
