I sat there, swinging my legs over the edge. Breathing in the cold air and staring at the black sky. The noise of loud cars rushing by. Looking down at the water, i realised if I slipped I would die. I wasn't trying to kill myself. I was just trying to feel something. Lately I don't feel much other than anger and sadness. So I thought I try being scared but I wasn't. I heard foot steps approaching. I turned my head, there was a boy with baggy black jeans, a black hoodie with a denim jacket over it, he had his hood up but you could see his black hair. He was extremely skinny and seemed so careless in the way he walked, so effortlessly cool. I felt intimidated. He was lighting a cigarette as he walked over and slid down right next to me. "Hey." He said inhaling the cigarette. I looked out into the city lights. "Hi." I said bluntly. "Are you going to jump?" He was looking out into the lights as well. "No." I said and turned to look at him. He turned and looked back at me into my eyes like he was studying me. "Then what are you doing?" He lent his arm on the rail. "I want to feel something." I said feeling self conscious of his eyes on mine. "Have you?" He inquired still with same inquisitive look, he seemed amused. "I feel nothing." I said looking back to the view. "I can make you feel something." If hadn't been so dark he would of been able to tell my cheeks were hot and i was frozen unable to reply. "I don't know you." I muttered. "Yes, but you want to." I turned to look at him, he was smirking. He was gorgeous. He was right of course I did want to know him, badly, but I didn't want give him any satisfaction. I laughed. "Your quite self assured?" I ask looking at him with a smile. He grinned back "Self aware." I turned away and laughed. "What's your plan." I say. "Come with me." He stood up. There was multiple reasons not go. I don't know him ( I don't even know his name ). He could be a murderer. I don't know where he's taking me. However I went with him.
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Feel something - Timothee Chalamet x reader
RomansaIn this story Timothee is not famous nor is he his sweet self he is reimagined as a self assured, slightly arrogant and troubled. This is x reader.
