Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

40. Cruel

(♡Hi, this will be a rather heart breaking chapter.The complexity of Timothée and Amelia's characters is really important to me and in my opinion,the best love stories have ups and downs. A part of love is also hardship and growth but also mistakes so I focused on bringing that to life some more. There is quite some shocking things happening this chapter so I hope you guys enjoy the melancholy feel of this chapter. Also, random side note, I just finished watching the show normal people and Marianne's character reminds me a lot of how I picture Amelia's character when I write her.♡ please comment and vote. That's what motivates me.)

(Warnings:Alcohol, drug use.)

(Timothée's pov)

2 months.

It's been two months since Amelia walked out that door with Ansel and since she looked into my eyes and uttered words of false hope.

I never knew the woman I adored so much could be this way. I never would have imagined she could be so cruel.But I suppose it was a matter of time right? A matter of time until our endless loop of mind games finally got the best of us.

If you fill something up too much it overflows.

I flooded her with too much love and so many foolish mistakes. This is my punishment, and I believe it's been long overdue. Suffering isn't all that new to me but suffering without her by my side has left me senseless.

It feels like my whole being is numb, and I just exist but without any real cause.

I have nothing. Sometimes I feel like, without her, I am nothing,

A couple nights into her being gone, I would toss around in bed all night and pray that ever creak of the door or possible footstep I heard, was her coming home. I would pray that it was her somehow coming back to me, but it wasn't.

Ansel somehow convinced our mother that Amelia should finish the rest of the semester doing online home studies and that she would benefit from staying with him and "his family" in the city. He managed to get her a volunteer position at Julliard that's only offered exclusively for incoming students and applicants and of course, our mother was thrilled to hear about the opportunity. She packed Amelia's things and drove it to the city herself.

I knew that no matter how much agony I was in,I couldn't show up at his house and bring her back home,regardless of how badly I wanted to.

Even if this whole "volunteer" position at Julliard was just an excuse for them to be together without me in the picture. It was still an opportunity. I couldn't take that away from her. She would resent me forever if i stood in her way of her future. I loved her too much to do that.I feel like an idiot.

Then, again ignorance is my bliss. She had loved Ansel this whole time.I now know for certain now she had loved him since they met in Paris but like he has said that night he showed up drunk at our house, she just couldn't accept she loved him yet.

Because of me.

Now that I have come to fully accept she was capable of being in love with someone other me. I feel disposable and useless.

I feel someone gently shake my body. I must have dozed off on couch downstairs.

A gasp escapes me when my eyes open quickly to be met with Elle's big pupils staring down at me. "Timothée.." She sighs, and her voice shakes with pity. "How much have you had to drink?"

"I'm not drunk Elle." I say to her slowly, knowing that's far from the truth.

"You can't keep doing this. You're scaring me." she says through a shallow breath, and judging by her expression, she looks scared out of her mind.