❪ 𝐼𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ❫ timothée chalamet imagines

ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ

BLOUSE BY CLAIRO

it was just a date.

you had to constantly remind yourself that, that it was just a date and it was okay. you were not a bad person for going on a date.

for the first time in a while, you had put in the effort, and the light feeling of for once liking how you looked sat on your chest, as you suppressed a smile to your own reflection.

shaking your mind free of all the thoughts of guilt, you let out a long, heavy breath, and close your apartment door.

-

he was really nice. and you felt happy.

god, you felt SO HAPPY.

you wanted to close your eyes and just lie in the lovely, bright feeling, and just stay like that forever.

his eyes seemed to shine, and you couldn't manage to look away. the restaurant candle light setting his golden eyes on fire like nothing you had ever seen before.

and when he smiled over his glass of wine at you, you forgot everything else, thinking only of his pretty lips and the little things he did that made your insides beam.

saoirse was annoyingly right when she said you would like him. she knew you too well. you'd have to call her later and thank her for setting you up, but you also knew she wouldn't be modest about it, instead boasting about how clever she is, and how she's the best matchmaker in the whole of new york. but you would let her, just for this excellent date.

the rest of the dinner seemed to blur around the edges, the night reduced to fleeting conversation, wine, and golden light.

"this has been-"

"really good."

he laughed at your eagerness, buttoning up his coat.

"yes, really good."

he pushed his hands into his pocket, and offered you the crook of his elbow. you gratefully slipped your hand through it, huddling up next to him against the cold new york air.

you walked in silence, just enjoying the feel of another person beside you, and the occasional snippets of strangers' conversations.

you turned your head to look at him, admire the way the wind pushed back his unruly dark hair, but you failed to notice the person headed straight for you.

their hood was up, and their head was dropped down, gaze fixated on their shoes.

they walked straight into the two of you, like a jolt of reality bursting an ignorant bubble.

"oh my god, i am so so sorry, i wasn't paying attention, and-"

the stranger looked up, and you felt everything stop. your vision seemed to melt, something inside your chest felt as though it has shattered, and you had trouble not doubling over and being sick right there.

"timothée?"