his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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just a few more hours till clyde arrived, we sat by rocks. i'd hate to say this was the place i almost took my life—but it was.

and just a few minutes forward would be the place, timothée would've been sitting by the roof, then there would be a bird flying past him, his screaming saved is what saved me from killing myself that day.

i can tell by his face he already knew the place.

a few birds flew past as well, timothée smiled, looking at it. "it's rare for birds to fly past here," he says.

"only witnessed it here two times my entire lifetime." i say softly.
these birds were meant to be here.

"i don't think i can thank you enough," i say.

"don't thank me at all. you been through hell lacy, you made it this far. now start believing you did this on your own," he kissed the top of my forehead.
"you are fearless. brave. wonderful."

my heart shatters into a million pieces, i did lose a sense of hope, clinging onto timothée every last bit. i needed to rely on myself. i need to fight for myself.

i fought against archer for years.
i lost my best friend. sophie.

but i kept going—because i wanted a tomorrow.
i did that.

my head jerks gently to the opposite side of the woods, a man is holding a gun, he points it to me,

"lacy!" timothée says, he pushes me, i roll to the side and timothée does as well.

the bullet misses us.

i pulled my gun out, shooting the man. he drops to the ground, cold.

"you okay?" timothée rushes over to me. "i'm sorry i pushed you," he says.

"you had to, why are you sorry?" i asked.

"b-because. i don't know,"

i knew what he was going to say.

"you aren't archer. he does it out of spike. you don't. you'd never hurt me timothée and i know that," i say, sweeping the dirt of my back.

timothée looks at the guy from across us. "i'm proud of you lacy,"
"but right now. we have to keep going my love," he says, lifting me up.

we continued walking, a car approaches us, timothée sighed, he tells me to hide, if sounds gets worse he told me to go further, far away from this situation.

i knew timothée had it under control, he always did.

i sat behind a rock, i hear the sounds of the engines stop. "what you doing up here boy?" the man says, stepping out the car, he had a rough voice with a strong southern accent.

"what's in it for you to know?" timothée says.

"we are on the hunt for a boy and girl, they killed half our troops. any idea?" they asked.

"no sir, i'm just trying to get back home."
"woah! we don't have to go there," i hear timothée say.

"there's blood on your shoes boy! you know something!" they shout, i hear the men gun reload.

timothée sighs, "fuck,"
timothée shoots them, quick and fast. the two men fall onto the ground they're dead now.

i'm away from the rock now, checking if timothée was okay. i go to find their keys and took their car.

"you okay?" timothée says looking at me while driving. he rests his hands on my lap, "i promise we will get out of here."

timothée is now driving down the road, making out exit.