timothée chalamet imagines

sunshine

timothée's pov

I pulled my hair in frustration as I looked at the tons of papers scattered across my desk.

Medical bills, legal documents, insurance cards, property titles, the finalized will.

Through the corner of my eye, I spotted a little figure dressed in hot pink pajamas. I looked over at my daughter and she immediately looked down at the floor.

"What's wrong darling?" I asked. She didn't look at me. "Y/d/n.." I dragged out the end of her name.

She looked up with teary eyes and my heart broke for what seemed like the millionth time this long and never-ending month.

I pushed out my chair and went over to her, opening up my arms. "Come here."

She got into them and I picked her up. I walked us out of my office and to bedroom.

I won't say or refer to it as 'our bedroom' anymore. It just doesn't feel right, it wouldn't be right if I did.

My daughter's small arms wrapped around my neck as I went over to the bed, sitting down on 'my side' of it.

That's another other thing that doesn't feel right. I've always had 'my side' like she always had hers. But her side will be forever empty, it's technically my entire bed now. Yet it isn't at the same time, it shouldn't be.

I laid down, careful not to disturb the made side of the bed. That's the way she left it, that's the way it will stay.

The tears of my daughter touched my cheek as her sniffles went into my ear.

"I miss Mommy." she spoke.

I hugged her tightly, letting out a tired and almost aching sigh. "I miss her too."

This month has dragged into a lifetime and it also seems to have no end it sight. I shouldn't even call it a month, it's been a long-living nightmare. A living hell rather.

-flashback-

...incoming call (718) -485-1839

"Hello?" I brought the phone to my ear, resting it between my cheek and shoulder as I wiped the mess y/d/n left on the kitchen table.

"Hello. Is this Timothée Chalamet?"

I put the paper towel down and grabbed the phone with my hand instead of leaving it squished between my skin.

"Speaking."

"My name is Jacqueline, a nurse from Elk Grove hospital. I'm calling in regards to your wife, Y/n."

My heart dropped. "What-what's happening? What's wrong? Is she okay?" I grew frantic and my words spit out rapidly.

"Sir, there's been an accident."

The world seemed to stop right then and there before adrenaline kicked in and I became suddenly aware again. In the worst way.

"Is she okay?" I asked again.

"Please come as soon as you can."

She gave me the room information and nothing else but that. I ran upstairs, quickly grabbing my daughter and then ran to the car.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" she asked as I put her into her car seat.

I couldn't even answer. I got into the drivers seat and backed out of the driveway quickly.