Confession || Timothée Chalamet

Confession

After her heart-to-heart with Rosalie, Jocelyn had convinced herself that she was mentally prepared to confess her feelings to Timothee. However, now that she found herself sitting across from him at the table, she felt strangely mute, her words caught in the whirlwind of her emotions.

As Jocelyn took in the enticing aroma of the food Timothee had prepared, she couldn't help but admire his effort. It was clear that he had been putting his newfound culinary skills, acquired for his upcoming film role as a chef, to the test. Despite the tempting smells wafting from the dishes, Jocelyn's stomach churned with nerves as she contemplated the weighty conversation ahead.

Today was the day, she mentally noted. Today, she would summon the courage to finally confess her long-standing affection for Timothee. The weight of her unspoken feelings pressed heavily upon her as she grappled with how to broach the subject. With each passing moment, her resolve wavered, but she knew deep down that she couldn't delay any longer.

" I have a confession," she blurted out suddenly.

"What's on your mind?" Timothee's smile remained light-hearted as he spoke. "I'm all ears, Jocelyn." His grin widened, adding to his already captivating presence.

Jocelyn couldn't help but admire him shamelessly, feeling a rush of nerves. She reached for her glass of wine, taking a hesitant sip and grimacing at the taste she never quite acquired. Timothee's amusement only seemed to grow at her reaction, finding everything she did endearing.

"I like you," Jocelyn confessed, her words hanging in the air, accompanied by the erratic rhythm of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. A rush of heat flooded her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.

Timothee's initial shock quickly dissolved into laughter, leaving Jocelyn puzzled by his reaction. "I like you too! We've been friends for so long!" he exclaimed, his grin still evident despite his attempt to compose himself.

Jocelyn's nerves tightened as she tried to continue, "No, I mean... that I... lov—" Her words were abruptly halted as Timothee gently covered her mouth with his hand.

"Don't say it," he whispered, his action causing Jocelyn's eyes to widen in surprise. "Don't say it," Timothee repeated, his tone firm yet gentle.

Jocelyn's shock deepened at his words, feeling a sting of disappointment, but his action only added to her confusion. Did he anticipate her confession? Did he know about her feelings all along? A torrent of questions flooded her mind, leaving her reeling with uncertainty.

Her questions were quickly answered by his confession, leaving Jocelyn stunned.

"I knew," he admitted, his gaze avoiding hers.

Jocelyn's voice trembled with disbelief as she questioned, "What do you mean you knew?"

His response came slowly, weighted with guilt. "I knew all along," Timothee confessed. "Your eyes always soften when you're looking at me, you're always available when I call, you would come to my NYU parties even if you dislike most of them."

So, all this time, he knew about her feelings, yet still chose to indulge her fantasies and lead her on? The realization left her feeling betrayed and utterly shattered.

"But the kiss at my birthday," Jocelyn pleaded, grasping at the faint hope.

"I know you fancy me, so I thought it would be fun," Timothee tried to justify his action.

Jocelyn's disbelief was apparent as she questioned, "Are you making fun of me?"

Timothee attempted to salvage the situation, saying, "No, I want you to have an unforgettable birthday, it was just a kiss."

" Just a kiss?" Jocelyn repeated, the devastation written across Jocelyn's face spoke volumes; she was heartbroken.

"Look, I'm sorry. I should never have given you false hope, but I really value our friendship. Can't we just be that?" Timothee pleaded desperately. Jocelyn found herself at a loss for words, her heart heavy with disappointment.

"I have to go," she said, trying to hold her tears in.

"Wait," Timothee implored, trying to stop her departure. "Please, I'm sorry," he begged, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. He reached out and grabbed her arms, attempting to stop her.

"Stop it!" Jocelyn pulled back and asserted firmly, "We're done". This marked the end of their conversation, and perhaps even their friendship.