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I laid on the bed flat. My eyes were wide open and staring up at the ceiling.
It was pouring outside. The rain was smacking the windows and the occasional lighting would flash along with loud rumbling thunder.
Rain was one of my worst fears. I reached for my phone to check the time. 1:30 A.M
Whenever it rained I would get the worst anxiety like I was experiencing right now.
My breath was getting heavy, I was sweating, my heart and thoughts began to race faster as the rain got worse.
"Timothée." my voice trembled.
He didn't respond. I felt bad having to wake him up, especially since he just got home from a long month of traveling.
"Timothée." This time I tapped his back lightly.
He turned to me.
"What's wrong?" he asked in his raspy/sleepy voice.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"The rain."
There was silence. For a second I thought he had already fallen back asleep.
"Come here." he yawned.
I snuggled close to him as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
"You're safe with me."
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timothée chalamet imagines
FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
