timothée chalamet imagines

one last time

timothée's pov

"Is this really how this is going to end?" I asked.

"I think so." y/n sniffled.

The past few weeks have been rough, truth be told. As much as I wanted us to stay together, it just wasn't working out.

Over the course of a year, y/n and I have broken up four times already.

This time was different though.

We had finally realized, or agreed I guess, that trying to keep this relationship up wasn't good for either of us. We just need to let each other go.

"I'm sorry." she said getting off of the couch.

"Don't apologize." I stood up.

I towered over her as she looked up at me.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Anything." I nodded.

"Kiss me." she said.

"Y/n I-"

"Just, one last time." she pleaded.

Hesitation ran through my mind at first. We're breaking up, why would I kiss her? Then again, could it actually be the best way of saying goodbye?

Despite the feelings and thoughts, I leaned down anyway.

Our lips molded together like they were made for each other. My hands cupped her small and fragile face, my thumbs covering in her falling tears, as she took her hands up and through my hair.

I felt like my heart was being coated in warmth as the same feeling ran through my veins all together. It all felt so good, so right.

The kiss didn't last very long, y/n pulled away and looked up at me again.

I ran my thumb against the bottom of her lip.

"Goodbye, Timothée." she choked up.

"Goodbye, y/n."

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