Chasing pavements | Timothée Chalamet

trouble in paradise?

Put me in the ground – Daniel Nunnelee

Timothee 

It should've known this would happen. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. I just didn't think it would happen this fast.

It was safe to say that I wasn't prepared to return to an empty apartment and a note on the counter.

"no no no no" I chanted as I dropped my bag to the floor and rushed over to the counter to read the note.

I'm sorry, I have to leave.

I can't do this anymore Timmy, all of this is too much and I need it all to stop. I'm not going to tell you where I'm going because I don't want you to follow.

Know that I am and will be safe and that I have a place to stay so don't worry about that.

I'm so sorry Timmy but I can't do this. I love you okay, I always will love you. I've never loved someone the way I love you.

You are my world, Timothee. I'm an artist, not a poet but if I was I could write thousands of poems about you.

Thank you for loving me even at my lowest points.

You deserve the world TImothee and I can't give you that, not anymore.

I wish I could stay I really do, but one more day of this is going to be my way to the grave. I might sound dramatic but I don't think I'd survive it if I stayed with you, stayed in the spotlight.

I hope things get better for you, I hope that once I've left the picture the pressure will be taken off you.

It's not your fault Timmy please know I never once blamed you for this. We were in this together.

Please don't waste your time trying to find me, let me go.

I love you Timmy, Toujours

Ps. If management is making a big fuss about me leaving before the contract ends tell them to kiss my ass.

I read the letter again and again and again until it was my turn to break the fuck down.

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Andy

I only packed the essentials, I booked the first flight I could find and it would leave tonight. I debated a lot on how to tell Timothee that I had left.

I had to leave before he got home, I don't think I'd be able to walk away with him watching me.

While in the cab on the way to the airport, I texted my friends

Trio

Andy: I've left New York and am going back home. I'll explain everything once I'm there. Please don't tell Timothee I don't want him to follow me. I hope you both understand that I had to get the fuck out of here.

I muted the group chat directly after I had sent the message and continued to stare out of the window watching the city pass me by.

I had to leave, I just couldn't take it anymore.

I don't know If this was the right choice but it felt right when I made it even when it was the most painful decision I have ever had to make.

The traffic was a bitch, it was around five pm so everyone was getting out of work which had me stuck in a traffic jam causing me to run through the airport with tears streaming down my face in hopes I would be able to catch my flight.