timothée chalamet imagines

after all these years (part 2)

timothée's pov
(two weeks after the dinner)

I play with the ring in between my fingers and set it down on the kitchen table.

The apartment is empty now, she's taken all of her things. And she's not coming back.

I loved her, yes, but all of a sudden it felt like I couldn't anymore. I knew that if I kept to myself, it'd all burst into flames sooner or later.

My phone rings from my bedroom and I go to it, it's a random number.

"Hello?" I say.

"Timothée?"

I recognize her voice immediately. "Y/n?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you get my number?"

"I asked your Mom for it," she says "if that's ok."

"Yeah, it's fine," I clear my throat "what's up?"

"Today's my last day in town and I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for dinner?"

"Umm.." I think hard as to whether or not I should.

"You don't have to," she breaks the silence "I know you're probably with your fiancée or something. I just wanted to catch up a bit."

"I can meet you for dinner. Just let me know what time and place."

two hours later...

"Hey." I say as I approach the table.

"Hi." she smiles and gets up to give me a hug.

God, I've missed them. And I really needed one right now anyway.

We sit down. "How are you?"

"Could be better," I confess "how are you?"

"Good, right now, actually."

I nod. "Have you ordered yet?" I ask.

"No," she says "not yet. I was waiting for you."

"You didn't have to." I say.

"It's just what I do." she laughs.

an hour later...

"So, tell me about that fiancée of yours."

I scratch the back of my head. "There- there is no fiancée...not anymore that is."

Her face shows instant guilt of bringing anything about her up at all. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's alright." I say.

"Her loss." she says it like a question.

"If you say so." I chuckle and she smiles again.

"I wouldn't have said anything if I had known, I swear."

"It's alright." I repeat myself looking around the small, yet filled to the max, restaurant. It's getting loud and I'm getting uncomfortable.

I look at y/n again, that sparkle in her eye catching me fully. "Do you want to go back to my place?" I ask "it's getting too crowded in here for me."