after the end - timothée chalamet & marcus baker

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charlie eyes following up the sky with a bullet to his chest that he did himself. he holds his wound in his hand, looking at what he done.

marcus trembles over rocks making his way to him, lifting him up, while they were on the ground. "no no charlie, i'm here kid. stay with us." marcus says.

"there's no more tomorrow for me." charlie says quietly as he tries to catch his breath with each word, a tears streams down from the side of his face onto the ground of dirt.

"hey no no! charlie don't do this right now!" marcus gently moves his face to get a grasp of reality, marcus hands bloody trying to stop the bleeding.

timothée knew it was over for him. he has distraught on my face. he looks away i knew it reminded him too much of his family when he had to kill them.

"give my mum my letter, okay fate?" a faint smile appeared from charlie.

i nod, begging him to not let go. "you're not leaving us, we will bring the letter to her...together!" i burst with tears.

"i'm afraid i can't do that anymore, goodbye friends." he says one last time before shutting his eyes. marcus still holding him, soon realizing he's gone now, he lets go.

i turn to see timothée gone, with this frantic pain in my heart. i scream his name loud for him to hear. i wonder into the house seeing him on the couch with riley beside him.

riley was perfectly fine, still half asleep not even noticing all the chaos that just happened.

"what did i say about worrying about me?" timothée says.

"i'm not gonna argue you with right now." i hold in tears in front of riley.

i killed someone, i watched someone i cared about die in front of me in the matter of seconds.

"how can you be perfectly fine with everything you've seen?" i asked with anger, his nonchalantness upset me because he seemed as if he didn't care.

"i do care, i've seen this all before fate." timothée says.

"well i haven't. stop making everything about you."

"now you have, this is real life fate. we can't stay here and cry about it." he says sternly. "get your shit we're leaving."

"no. i'm not going with you."

"i wanna go with timmy." riley says softly but yet so quiet.

"no riley we stay here."

timothée goes upstairs and throws everything into the backpack, handing it to riley as she walks out the room. "fate we are fucking leaving. get your ass up." he demanded.

"no, i can't leave them behind." i cried.

"who behind exactly? charlie and libby are dead." he clinched his jaw.

"i hate you!" i screamed at him. "you're a terrible person! someday i hope you realize how you make me feel. everytime i speak to you it's like i'm not allowed to me human. i have emotions—i cannot control it." my voice breaks.
"i'm so tired timothée. i'm drained. i wanna cry every second i get. and you're only making it worse."

he stops talking, his face completely blank. "get your stuff, we're leaving okay."

"why are you ignoring everything i say! i have no one left in this house. please care or pretend." i begged, i was scared to be alone. in a house with only timothée or a lying bastard marcus.

marcus walks pass the room with blood all over his clothes and hand, he looks devastated. but i didn't help him, after finding out he killed griffin. i refused to trust him anymore.
my love for him was no longer alive.