timothee chalamet imagines

je te pardonne (2)

this is part 2 of "wish you the best"
it will include a English translation of "je te pardonne"
I also recommend listening to the real song, it is amazing and one of my favorite french songs.
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Walking away I felt as if I had made a mistake. Heck, everything that happened tonight had felt like a mistake. I had texted Monica that I left the club and included some not so kind words about her leaving me. My head was pounding and I felt like my world was crashing down. Seeing a bench, I walked over and took a seat. New York streets at night are dangerous but I can't handle myself, or so I thought. I'm quickly pulled out of my pained and drunken daze when a man comes up next to me. I look up to see him smirking down at me. I reach in my purse and try to discreetly find my pepper spray, as one would assume, it didn't work out. He reaches over and grabs my purse and I fight back by taking my elbow and hitting his inner arm. Stepping back for a second he proceeds to come back at me.
"Leave the lady alone" I hear from behind the man. The man makes a quick run for it realizing he has bee caught. And the person behind his is unveiled.
Just my luck, It's Timothée.
"I shouldn't of let you walk off alone" he sighs sitting next to me and I stay silent looking at the concrete.
"I can handle myself" I say under my breath
"I know you can, well except for 2 minutes ago" he says looking at me, I still refuse to look up at him.
"Not to say I believe in fate, but it can't just be luck that we keep meeting. Stop denying you feel something for me." He chimed when I didn't respond.
"I don't feel anything."
Thats a lie. Probably one of the biggest lies I've told.
"Stop lying" he grabs my hand, I don't stop him. We sit there in silence for a couple minutes. I don't know if it's because we didn't know what to say or if we just wanted to enjoy the moment.
"Come back to my place, stay the night. If tomorrow morning you can tell me you feel absolutely nothing I will leave you alone." He whispers and I looked up at him for the first time. I nodded knowing I needed this just as much as he did.
We walked the rest of the way to his apartment in silence. I didn't know what to say to him and I'm sure he felt the same. It felt all so familiar to walk there. Only a month ago I would walk this street with joy at the idea I would be seeing him. Now I felt as if I was walking to my own death bed. I was sobering up after a whole night of drinking and the hangover was already coming. When were finally at his apartment, he opened the door and nostalgia took over. It smelled the same and looked the same but the feeling was different.
"Sorry if it's a mess, I've kinda been a wreck since you left" he apologized when we walked in. My heart sunk when the words left his mouth. He had been in pain too.
"I have some food if you are hungry, we can watch a movie or something." He said walking into the kitchen.
"Can I get some Advil" I asked
"Hangover already?" He questioned and I nodded my head.
He hands me the Advil and I thank him going to grab a glass.
"I see you haven't forgot where things are" he comments
"How could I. I was over here like everyday for a year" I reply.
Things fall silent after that. I take the medicine and put the glass in the sink. Walking over to his couch I take a seat and stare blankly out the window. He comes and sits on the chair across from me.
"How have you been." He asks and I look over.
"Not too good. After we broke up, I kinda just stayed at home. Tonight was the first time I was actually going out to have fun." I tell him and his eyes sink.
"I haven't been to great either. I partied the first couple nights. Pretty much drank all the pain away. After about 2 weeks of just blocking out everything that had happened, it finally just kinda hit me. It hit me how much of a dick I was for not being there. How much it must of hurt you that I didn't seem to care enough. It hit me how much I needed you in my life. Fuck. How much I still need you." He says his eyes glossing over. I got up and he looked up at me. I motioned for him to get up too. Once he was standing, I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my face into his neck. Shocked at my actions he hesitates and then grabs me tightly. I started crying, well more like sobbing, and he ran his hand through my hair. We stood there for minutes, what felt like hours, just holding eachother. I needed this more than anything.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry" he whispers in my ear and I cry into his neck.
When we both pull away I wipe my tears and collect myself. He goes over to his record player and puts on a song.

You asked me for forgiveness, I rejected you.
I wanted you to understand that I was suffering.
But you're scent is still all over my bed.
I'd give anything just to be in your arms (again).

He walked back up to me and grabbed my waist. Pulling me into a slow dance.

I tried hating you but the anger is gone.
The good memories outweigh hate and rancor.

I forgive you, you know not what you have done
Ohh I, I forgive you, now it's time for me to move on
Ohh I, I forgive you, you did not see right from wrong
Ohh I, and I love you
Always in my heart you'll live on
You'll live on
You'll live on

We rocked back and forth just staring into each other's eyes.

We are passing each other without even looking.
I don't even know what to say when people ask me about us.
The people around us are trying to bring us to reason.

Our faces got closer and I felt his hand leave my waist and grab the back of my head. Pulling me as close as possible, our lips collide.

I think it's time to get back together.

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I wanted to leave it at that so that maybe a part 3 could be written, idk idk
I also am thinking about including more french.
I'm a french student and I mean might as well put all my years of french to use!
-Bay