~Timmy Imagines~

almost is never enough

"How could you be so fucking stupid y/n?!"
"It was one mistake I didn't mean any harm Timothée!"
"Well guess what? You caused harm! You never think before you do anything!" he spits.
"Timothée-"
"Just save it. You get more pathetic by the day."

Fights like these were becoming the norm with him and I. Timmy got so enraged over the littlest of things. This fight was because I posted a picture of us together on instagram without his knowledge. I can't take this anymore.

"Timothée stop fucking screaming at me! I can understand that your upset, but this shit is completely unecessary!" I said choking my tears up.
"Do you know what a photo like that could've done to my career? One of the things I can't stand about you. Always so fucking carefree."
"You what's funny though Timothée? For the past month or so, it seems like everything about me is 'something you can't stand', It makes me wonder why we bother!" At this point I was completely breaking down.
"Bother with what?" Timothée calms down, realizing that I'm at my breaking point.
"It's clear that you fucking hate me. So what's the point of us trying to make this work?!"
Timothée thinks for a moment at my words.

"Y/n I don't hate you. You know I love you."
"Do you though? Because I doesn't feel like it."
"Y/n..."
"No. You're gonna let me speak! It just seems like whatever I do is never fucking good enough. I try so hard not to offend, annoy, or just upset you in anyway, and I always end up with the same results. Me crying in the bedroom, and you storming off to go on a drive. I just wish we could go back to the way it was."
"I didn't know I made you feel this way I swear-"
"Yeah, but you did. You just didn't bother to wonder, or care enough to ask me!"
With that, I got up and started storming off.

"Where the hell are you going?!" Timmy asks with his head in the palms in his hands."
"Anywhere away from here."
"Are you really that pissed y/n?"
"Yes the hell I am! I'm so sick of this. I love you, but this is too much."
"I'm sorry y/n. I really am. I don't know what else to say."
"I'm sorry to. Goodbye Timothée.
"Are you really not coming back?!"
"Oh I am. But when I come back, either you're gonna be here, ready to change your ways, or you're gonna have packed you're bags and left. You decide."

Timothée nods, and I shake my head leaving him behind.

a/n: ahh, short and sad. My favorites. Might make a part 2 idk.