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y/n's pov
I took another suitcase from the top of the wardrobe. timothée and I were about to leave for venice. his new film 'the king' will be out in a month, and he has been invited to the film festival.
it was my first time in venice. I was so excited. I was going to wear a dress and he was going to wear a suit of the same color, customized by Prada.
"timmy! can you help me get the suitcase from above the wardrobe? I can't get there!" I shouted from upstairs. "I'm coming!" he answered.
he came with that smile on his face. I did nothing but smile back at him. the love I feel for this man is infinite.
"here you go baby-" his phone rang and he immediately took it to answer, walking away from our bedroom.
I continued to finish the 3rd suitcase and smiled satisfied. I was very excited! 15 days in Venice, the city of love, together with the love of my life.
I saw him came back to the bedroom, scratching the back of his head, something he does when he's stressed out.
"what happened?" I asked. my excitement died suddenly.
"don't get angry." he told me.
ok ... I'll get angry.
"It wasn't my choice. they decided it." "timmy, just tell me what you have to tell me. so then I continue to do the suitcase." I said a little stressed out.
"you won't come to venice." he said in a frightened tone. I looked at him in amazement, my eyes began to moisten. but then I thought about the fact that it wasn't his decision... it wasn't his fault.
"oh... it's ok. you didn't decide. these are decisions outside of us. why were you so scared to tell me? I wouldn't have been mad at you." I said approaching him. he was looking down, ignoring me.
"timmy, what's wrong?" "you're not coming because I will go there with someone else..." he spat suddenly. "so, who will you go there with?" I asked. "lily."
he whispered that name, but I had heard it louder than a storm. "what?" "I'll go with lily... and she'll wear your dress." he continued, still without looking at me.
"timothée. are you serious? she's your ex! why do you have to go with her! she's not even in the movie! is because you still have feelings for her?" I asked. now I was crying, I could not deny it.
he hesitated, heaving a sigh.
"you hesitated. you still love her... you still love her."
"what? no! no no no! this is absolutely not true!" "no?! suddenly they call you saying that in my place there will be your ex lily and she will even wear my dress. and she will be alone with you! what do you think I should think timothée?! because, ahhaha - I laughed ironically - you don't love her anymore. what bullshit are you saying to me?" my anger had taken over.
"y/n, don't say that." "do you know what I tell you? go to hell timothée. go back to her, surely she knows how to give you what you want and that I can't because you are ashamed of me." I ran down the stairs with him behind me who kept telling me to stay. but I had already decided.
"when you come back from Venice tell me, so I'll come and get my things from here. I'm at my father's house." I said and then slammed the door of our house.
I was really angry. what does lily have that i don't?
7 days later...
timothée' s pov
I haven't heard y/n for many days. she does'nt answer my messages, my calls. I'm really scared for the two of us. she is really angry, and I can't blame her. she was so happy to make this trip with me...
it was absolutely not my choice to replace her with lily. I never would. she will wear the same dress that my y/n was supposed to wear, i was exited to seeing it, yes, but not on lily.
we were in the car, we were arriving at the red carpet of the festival. I wasn't at all comfortable. Lily was sitting next to me, looking out the window, but I kept checking my phone, hoping I would get a message from her. but it didn't happen.
"we arrived." said the driver of the car. I nodded and got ready. "are we suppose to hold hands, or...?" lily asked. I looked at her and shook my head in denial. she nodded. "I think so too. you know, I'm very sorry to be here. I'm sorry to be in y/n's place, but I swear it wasn't my decision." she said, smiling slightly at me. "thank you." it was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
we got out of the car and the cameras started spinning around us, and the camera flashes went on and off. I was hoping she was watching me from home on TV.
I started walking and they made me and lily take pictures together.
my only thought was y/n, i felt like shit. I had to call her. I ran away from the red carpet, with dozens of people running after me. I managed to hide behind a wall in the dark.
I took my phone and called her. "come on, answer. answer. answer." she hung up. but that meant she was on the phone at the time, and she saw I was calling her. I decided to remarry countless times to annoy her, I know I shouldn't have, but it was the only way.
"please answer. answer. answer." "what do you want timothée??" her angry voice suddenly appeared. "y/n, I love you." "go back to have fun with the rich people." she said coldly. "no y/n. now stay here and listen to me. do you understand? a week ago you didn't give me time to explain." I said. "come on, hurry up. explain what I already know." she said. "y/n, I love you, madly. It's been a week, a very long fucking week that I do nothing but try to get in touch with you. and knowing that you see my calls and decide to ignore them destroys me." I heard a soft sigh from her.
"timothée tell me what the fuck you want." she screamed. you could hear her crying, which is why I was too. "I want you!" I shouted in anger. "I want you y/n, but you don't understand it." I said for the second time, in a calmer tone. "I love you infinitely and unconditionally y/n. I could never hurt you like this. the decision they made a week ago, it broke my heart when I heard it. I did everything to try to make them change their mind. but it didn't work. " I said crying.
"so please. when I get home I want to see you sitting on our sofa waiting for me, because as soon as I get home I will kiss you like I have never kissed you, because now I know what it feels like when you are afraid of losing someone." I added crying. I had never cried like this in my life.
"mhmh." she said. I understood that he had listened to me and forgiven me, and was in agreement with me. she didn't speak 'cause of the crying. I knew it.
"please tell me you love me too." I whispered, as if my phone were her ear. "I love you timothée." she said, sniffling.
"now I have to go y/n." I said, still whispering. "bye." she replied. "bye." I replied. "bye." she continued. "bye." I added. I heard her giggling. "bye." she said with a chuckle. "I love you." I answered, and then hung up the phone.
