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new tweet from @RealChalamet

@RealChalamet 3 days felt like 3 hours with you. until we see each other again.

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@marskish you're really out here making it sound like i died or sumn
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@RealChalamet i wish you did, i couldn't handle anymore of your crying
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@marskish that wasn't what you said right before i boarded my flight smh people really do change quick

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@user1 god really just gave em 3 days this is so unfair i want more timara pics
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@user2 same mood sis

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@user3 i wanna fucking know what he said before amara left dEETS PLS HELLUR
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@armiehammer omfg me too, little tim didn't reply my messages, that son of a bitch
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@user3 ASLDKJSF ARM IE

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@taliaaj he probably was crying too lmao timmy why lie
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@RealChalamet YOUR FRIEND IS ATTACKING ME AGAIN @marskish
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@lucaortiz how cute look at him hiding, complaining to his girlfriend
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@g_madison this is some good shit right here
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@marskish @RealChalamet you deserved that for wishing i was dead, you know you can't live in a world without me
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@RealChalamet true

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new tweet from @marskish

@marskish jisko hai kho jaana, woh milta hi kyun hai?

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@user1 someONE QUICK TRANSLATE THSI
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@user2 my heart hurts, the translation to this is painful
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@user3 wHAT THE FUCK IS IT?
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@user2 "why does one enter the heart, when ultimately he has to leave?"
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@user1 fuCK ME
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@user2 brb i'm just gonna crawl in a corner and cry my eyes out

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@lailakishore he bhagavaan, you're so smitten
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@marskish i am sad didi let me be

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@RealChalamet we'll meet again stop being so melodramatic
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@marskish oH SO YOU CAN TWEET CRYPTIC SHIT BUT I CAN'T
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@saoirse_ronan look, their first couple fight
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@marskish we aRE NOT A couPle??!!
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@armiehammer we know what we see, and we see a couple

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real life

Amara snuggled further back into her seat, in the plane. It had only been a mere 15 minutes since she saw Timothée and she was already missing his embrace. It was true, what he said. Three days passed by so quickly, it left the two of them practically begging to the gods, for a miracle to occur.

The places they had been to, the things they talked about. The food they ate and the music they danced to. All of it was still fresh in Amara's head, rewinding like a record player, never wanting to stop. She thought about all the little things he did. Like brushing his fingers against hers while they walked side by side. Or tucking a curled strand of her onyx hair behind her ear.

Or the fact that, when the opportunity presented itself, he never kissed her.

Many a times, Timothée and Amara would find themselves moving in closer to each other. Without realising, they were admiring one another, never wanting to be separated. But everytime they leaned in, he'd pull apart just as quick. Amara didn't know why but god did she want to.

An abundance of theories were formed in her head but she could only narrow it down to one sensible conclusion; Timothée didn't like her the way she liked him. During all of the times they had spent together, he would look anywhere except her. His fiddling hands got her to think that he would rather be somewhere else than with her. But when he speaks, he only speaks out of admiration for her. His sweet words echoing in her ear, contradicting his behaviour.

Amara almost wanted to tell him the truth about how she felt, right then, before leaving. She hoped that if she did, he would finally give her the answers to all of her questions. She couldn't, however, muster up the courage to speak her heart. It was too soon. She was afraid of the reality that their newly found friendship would be destroyed. So she picked silence.

And so did he.





A/N: Separation fucking sucks. I can't deal with these two not confessing. But it is still too soon.

Things to look forward to though is the quartet's annual trip! A lot of drama is coming. Hold on to your seats.

Amara's tweet reference is from a song titled "Chayi Hai Tanhayi" by Shafqat Amanat Ali. It's an emotional song which I think fits this chapter. Have a listen!

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transalation:

he bhagavaan: oh my god

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 ⇾ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓 ✓Where stories live. Discover now