MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Melt (P1)

Info - evil Timmy, torturing a bug

Ever since the glass shard had fallen from that cursed mirror, Timothée had been different. His eyes were no longer that warm green hazel I loved so much. They were a clear icy blue.

I didn't know what to do. The love is heaped on him had not been enough. Should I tell him? Should I let him know my true feelings?

"Timothée," I said softly. He was so cold, glaring at me, where he used to smile and wave.

"What?" He snarled. He was pulling legs off a spider slowly. My Timmy, the real Timmy, wouldn't have had the stomach to kill one let alone torture one.

"I need to tell you something," I said softly.

"Make it short," he snarled.

"I love you," I said. His eyes raised to mine slowly, and the predator in them was not my friend.

"You what?"

I gulped down the fear. The evil inside him was afraid, it was afraid because love was the only thing that would set him free.

"I'm in love with you Timothée Chalamet, and I will always love you. You're my favorite person in this whole world," I said, and he lurched forward and onto the floor. I screamed in worry. I heard a roaring crack, like when pieces break off from an iceberg.

"Timothée!" I said anxiously, running to his side. He looked up at me and tears were flowing from his eyes. Stuck to his cheek was a small glittering piece of glass. His eyes were his once again.

"I love you too," he said. I wiped away the glass before kissing him fiercely. He was kissing me back and he was warm again, warm and real and authentic.

"My Timothée," I sighed.

"Yours," he agreed.