Young Blood ~•~Timothée Chalamet

Chapter 4

"His lips were sweet, but they weren't yours."

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The period of time between dinner and walking to my room was a disembodied blur. No matter how long ago the past was, there was still some way for it to crawl back. No matter how hard I tried to kill it, the Devil still found a way to instill life in itself once again.

I clung to my knees, lying there on that spacious king mattress. My room had always been so lonely, such an inviting house for my depression to come and stay.

I had no strength to keep myself together, I was weak.

He couldn't come back. He just couldn't.

My wounds were almost healed. He would just rip the fresh skin off once more and a tattered scar would surely find its permanent place.

My hand rifted through the blankets for my phone. I grabbed it and hit unlock. My eyes were blinded by the bright screen.

I saw a new text from Tyler.

I hit lock and my room lit with darkness once again. I took a breath and moved back to opening up the text.

Hey. Jade was telling me about you the other night. You seem like a really interesting girl, I'd love to meet you.

An interesting girl? I didn't think he knew what interesting all entailed.

But I had my chance right here, right now. Timothée was with Jade and that was the end of that. I still had the opportunity to be happy, if I just invited it in.

I started typing.

She told me a bit about you too. Want to go out tomorrow?

The texting bubble popped up for a few seconds before he replied.

Sounds great! Where do you want to go?

I contemplated the idea for a minute. Where was the perfect spot for a first date?

It's supposed to be a full moon tomorrow night. How about the Griffith Observatory?

I hit send. I wondered if Tyler was the type of boy who'd be down for a starry adventure.

He responded within seconds.

Sounds like a lovely idea. I'll pick you up at 7. Text me your address.

Great! See you then. :)

A smile forced itself onto my lips. I laughed. I was going on a date with this boy just like that.

I tended to over exaggerate my problems, but maybe they just proved to not be so bad.

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I awoke the next morning with the hope that I would finally be falling into a comfortable place. Even though I'd be wading in dangerous waters soon enough, maybe there could be someone to keep me from drowning.

I skipped down the grand staircase onto the first floor, checking my phone as I walked to the kitchen. The house was empty.

I grabbed a peach from the refrigerator and bit into its juicy flesh. I leaned my elbows down on the kitchen island, noticing a new text from Jade.

Timothée is acting awfully strange today. Have any ideas what's up with him?

A massive pit of guilt drove itself into my chest. Yeah, me.