MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

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Info - being stood up at wedding, mental break down, unhealthy habits, regretting decision, cheating, accepting an apology from someone who doesn't deserve forgiveness, praying, drinking, unprotected sex, possessiveness, eloping, judgmental family, staying loyal, switching POVs

My wedding day was a blur of happiness and quick decisions. I didn't see Timothée, of course, as planned. However, looking back, something did feel off about the day. Maybe I sensed he'd never even come to the building.

I stood at the altar like an idiot. I waited and waited until I had to conclude with the rest of the room that he wasn't coming. I broke down in the church and my wail of pain reverberated around the room like Sunday's welcome bells.

I was quite messed up for a time. Taking care of myself properly was very hard. My friend had to drag me to the shower as I sobbed one week. I lost a bunch of weight, and couldn't sleep or had to sleep for twenty hours. I lost my job from all this up and down. I had to move back home with my parents.

That's when I saw pictures of him online with another chick. So it wasn't me that wasn't enough, he was just an ass. I changed that day. I gave myself a strict schedule until I could be responsible with free time. I got an even better job and an apartment I was very proud of and I made enough to not need a roommate. I still couldn't date, but one thing at a time. However, it seemed I'd climbed out of the ditch if fallen into, at least my body had. My heart was still down there pitifully calling for the man I'd loved more than anything in this world. But maybe that would change too....maybe.

Timothée's POV

It had been six months and this was my sixth week of crying myself to sleep every single night. It seemed she'd blocked my number because I couldn't get a word out of her. I deserved this. I deserved to be treated this way. I had been awful, all for a girl I thought would fill some dream of mine. I hadn't realized I had my dream in my hands. I let her slip away, no! I pushed her away, I hurt her so badly that she was probably now running from me.

I didn't know what pulled me to the small building that night. I had a bottle of vodka and planned to get black out drunk in front of the altar where I'd been supposed to give myself to the woman I loved. I knew the address even if I'd never come into the place that day. Of course we'd picked the place together so I knew it well. I knew it was never locked in case a needy soul needed a place to stay. I remembered how sweet she'd thought that concept was. I remembered everything about her with sharp pains in my chest.

I sat in the dark. I looked up and was surprised to see cross, even if this wasn't a religious building. I didn't feel comfortable praying to the cross. My Jewish roots would have gnawed at my heart if I'd done so. So, I turned my back on it to pray and I asked to be forgiven for what I'd done to her.

My loud choking sobs had stopped, now it was time for the endless quiet crying, and I was steady enough to take my first shot.

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart," I heard an angelic voice outside of the small building. I snuck under the pew. I didn't want to be caught by someone, I wanted to sleep in this place, my bed of sins. If I was caught and admonished by the owner in the morning I would deserve the embarrassment.

"The very next day, you gave it away," the voice sounded familiar, and she had to be inside the building now. I heard footsteps down the left side aisle.

"This year, to save me from tears," I heard a catch in the girl's voice and I knew who it was, and I knew why she was crying.

"I'll give it to someone special," her voice warbled as she finally stood in front of the altar.