forever | timothee chalamet

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Timmys pov:

As the conversation buzzed within the group, I felt a sudden need to have a quick chat with Mia, away from the backdrop of laughter and shared stories. I turned to Ryan and Stas, a spontaneous idea forming in my mind.

Timothee: Hey, guys, mind if I steal Mia for just a quick second? Got something to discuss.

Ryan and Stas exchanged surprised glances, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

Ryan raised an eyebrow: "Everything okay?"

I nodded: "Yeah, just a quick chat. Won't keep her long."

Their curiosity lingered in the air as Mia and I made our way outside, leaving the group momentarily puzzled by the abrupt departure. The impromptu decision to have a private conversation sparked a subtle ripple of speculation among our friends, setting the stage for a moment of unexpected intrigue.

Outside, I took a deep breath before diving into the conversation with Mia. The sunlight painted a warm backdrop, contrasting with the weight of the words I wanted to express.

I started talking gentle: "Mia, about the other day, when you were asking me so many questions... I got a bit frustrated, and I want you to know it's not about you."

I paused, choosing my words carefully, wanting to convey my feelings without causing further tension.

Timothee: "It's just, sometimes, I feel like I'm being pulled in different directions, and the questions... they felt like one more thing I couldn't handle at that moment. It's not about you asking; it's about me struggling to find balance."

Opening up about my own struggles felt vulnerable, but I wanted Mia to understand the source of my frustration wasn't rooted in her actions but in my own challenges in navigating the demands of my life.

Taking a moment, I gathered my thoughts, knowing that what I wanted to share next carried a weight of vulnerability.

I started shaking: "Mia, there's something else I need to tell you. The truth is, I've been carrying this... well, let's call it a big crush on you."

I looked into her eyes, the vulnerability of that admission hanging in the air, a mixture of nervousness and sincerity coloring my expression.

Timothee: "It's not just the questions; it's me trying to figure out how to navigate these feelings. I didn't want it to complicate things, but I can't keep pretending it's not there."

The emotional undertone lingered, creating a delicate atmosphere as I shared a part of myself that had long been hidden. The weight of the truth, combined with the fear of altering our dynamic, left me feeling exposed yet strangely liberated in the honesty of the moment.

As I laid out my feelings, there was a moment of hushed anticipation. Mia's eyes widened, a fleeting shock registering on her face. However, to my surprise, there was a glimmer of understanding in her gaze, as if the revelation wasn't entirely unexpected.

Mia said softly, with a wistful smile: "Timothee, I... I had a feeling."

Her words, while gentle, carried a melancholic undertone, a touch of summertime sadness that resonated with the complexities of our emotions.

Mia reflected: "Summertime brought unexpected feelings, didn't it? Your honesty, it's a surprise, but a welcome one."

The cold breeze seemed to carry the weight of unspoken sentiments, and the air was charged with a mix of surprise and a subtle acceptance of the emotions that had lingered beneath the surface. The summertime sadness infused the moment with a bittersweet melody, creating a nuanced atmosphere that held the promise of exploration in the midst of unexpected revelations.