Timothée's Promise Chapter 15
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 15
Timothée made it to his seat in first class, stowing his bag above his head.
The young man sat down, noting an empty seat beside him.
He sighed, glancing out the small window, seeing the tarmac below.
He looked around, seeing the first-class section half full.
At least he hoped he wouldn't be bothered by celebrity seekers.
He sighed again, hearing the plane begin to start up, knowing in his soul he was leaving the soulmate of his heart behind.
He closed his eyes, thinking of the past six days, every moment with Kolby etched in his mind.
He smiled, moments of intense passion echoing in his soul.
His giving himself to Kolby, the young man giving himself to him twice.
Timothée felt a warmth in his soul, and a dull soft soreness in his ass, these emotions simmering.
The young man felt the plane move, taxiing out onto the runway.
Within minutes they were airborne, flying into the morning clouds.
The seatbelt sign went off, Timothée releasing his.
The man snuggled back into his seat, looking out the window again into the clouds.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Chalamet?" A young female flight attendant smiled, her eyes gazing over his slim chest.
"Yes, please. I'll have a coffee." Timothée smiled, looking up at her, ignoring the woman's seductive gaze.
"Certainly, sir. My name's Celina. I'll be here if you need anything today. James and I will both be around." she smiled, he nodded.
"Thanks, Celina." he smiled, the attendant quietly walking away.
He sighed knowing she was flirting with him.
Everyone couldn't stop their desires showing when they met him.
He sighed, thinking of the only one who could lay claim now to his desires.
He smiled, looking forward, seeing a younger man with blond hair serving another passenger.
The female stewardess returned, smiling at him, putting his tray down, setting a cup of coffee down on it, and a couple of Oreo cookies on a tray.
"I thought you'd like something sweet. Anything else you need, sir?" she said, smiling a warm enticing smile.
"No, thank you. Just some peace and quiet is all I need. I may take a nap" he said, the woman's smile slipping, nodding her head.
"Certainly sir. Enjoy your flight. Lunch will be served in about two hours." she said, quietly walking away.
Timothée sipped the coffee, sighing.
It was nothing like Kolby's secret blend.
He quietly sat, his mind on the handsome face etched into his soul.
There were so many things about the young man that made him smile.
For half an hour he quietly thought of their new relationship, a smile forming on his face.
He thought of their last moments together at the airport.
Kolby's final words suddenly echoed in his mind, the young man moving, rising from his seat, pulling down his carry-on bag, setting it in his lap when he returned to his seat.
He looked around the bag, finding all the items he'd packed; his ear pods, a novel, and one surprising new item.
He smiled, pulling out a large white envelope, two words written on its front.
My Timbo
He smiled again, looking at the envelope, setting his bag down on the empty seat beside him.
Kolby must have slipped it into his bag before they left the flat.
He sat the envelope in his lap, staring at it, then staring out the window.
He lifted the white envelope, beginning to open it.
He pulled out a large card, staring at the pencil sketch on the front, smiling widely when he saw the name in the corner.
The sketching was of two young men walking together, hand-in-hand.
Both were close, their eyes looking at each other.
He saw the instant resemblance to himself and Kolby, knowing the young man had sketched it himself.
He smiled, opening the card, seeing handwritten words, the man smiling wider, reading them in his mind, tears beginning to fall.
My love, my Timbo.
I sit writing this note while you sleep beside me, our lovemaking tender and emotional.
Tonight is the last night we shall share together for now.
You gave me everything tonight, as I gave you the same first.
My heart is filled with your love, with your beauty.
I never imagined that you'd walk into my life.
That I would find someone who'd love me for myself.
For the tortured, frail image I see of myself.
Timothée teared up more hearing Kolby's view on his own self worth.
He wiped his eyes reading on.
But you saw through to the real me.
And I, in the end, saw myself.
You didn't turn away from my injuries, even embracing them.
Your tender touch against them sent shivers through my soul tonight.
I love you, Timothée.
I couldn't think of any other way to say it than in this note.
I know you felt my sadness with your leaving.
And I felt yours.
Our souls in some ways have linked, our love the binding cords.
I'll wait for you, my Timbo.
My heart you own.
Love, your Kobe.
P.S. Keep that hot sexy ass tanned for me.
Timothée wiped his eyes, a smile showing on his face, leaning back, closing the card, slipping it back into its envelope.
He put the envelope back into his carry-on bag, closing it, leaving it on the empty seat for now.
He smiled, wiping his eyes again, taking another sip of the now tepid, timid coffee.
I love you as well, my Kobe.
I'll love you forever.
I'm sorry we had to part.
I'm going home but I'll never be alone again.
Your love is in my soul.
He smiled, pulling out his cell phone, the man smiling, hitting a saved number.
Nancy and Kolby were at the restaurant, enjoying a coffee, Stephan insisting they relax before Kolby started working, knowing they'd taken Timothée to the airport early, and how that would affect his best friend's mood.
A loud ringing was heard, Nancy shrugging her shoulders, her cell phone on the table, the two looking around.
His own cell phone was in his locker.
Kolby realized it was coming from his jacket beside him, searching through the pockets.
He pulled out a brand new iPhone Pro, staring at the sleek black phone, seeing a name highlighted on its facing.
He smiled widely, answering the phone.
"Timbo?"
"Yes, my love. It's your Timbo. Wasn't sure if you found my surprise yet. I see you've found my Christmas gift for you." Timothée said, Kolby smiling.
"Christmas isn't for two more weeks, Timbo."
"I know, but I thought I'd give you an early present." he smiled, feeling Kolby's smile miles away.
"You didn't have to do that." Kolby smiled, Nancy smiling at him, looking at the expensive phone in Kolby's hand.
"I did, my Kobe. I won't be there for Christmas, and I saw how old and scratched your own phone was. I need to get in contact with you at a moment's notice. This phone is the gift of our connection. Call me when you're down, just call me when you need to hear my voice." Timothée said, Kolby tearing up.
"Our phone bills are going to be atrocious." he smiled, Timothée chuckling.
"I'm paying for both services, so call anytime. You can cancel your own phone."
He saw the male attendant walking up to him, smiling at him.
"Hang on a second, Kobe." he said, looking at the young man, his smile showing.
"What would you like for lunch, Mr. Chalamet? We have a tossed taco salad or a beef brisket sandwich." he smiled, gazing over Timothée's slim form.
"I'll take the taco salad, please." Timothée said, the man smiling at him again, giving him a wink, walking back towards the front of the plane, Timothée's eyes following the young man's tight bubble butt, his pants skintight.
He smiled, focusing on Kolby again.
"Sorry, my love. The attendant was asking me about lunch."
"Yes, I heard his voice. Are you having some hot stud for lunch?" he smiled, Nancy chuckling.
"Nope. I had that meal this morning, I am full." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"I read your beautiful card, Kobe. Thank you for the moving words. I still have teary eyes. The sketching was beautiful. You're so talented, you captured both of us so beautifully. I love you, babe." Timothée said, Kolby smiling.
"The writer and artist in me, my Timbo. I hope you felt the true meaning of the sketch and the words?"
"Yes, my love. I'll walk with you always, and I'll see you as soon as possible. Until then call me, okay?" he said.
"I will, Timothée. And thanks for the new phone. You're spoiling me." Kolby smiled, Nancy smiling.
"The charger, accessories and stuff are in your wardrobe, along with a new case. I put them there just before we left. My number, as you saw, is already programmed in."
"I saw that. Nice title, `Kobe's Timbo'."
Timothée smiled, seeing the male attendant a few seats down smiling towards him.
He sighed, looking out the window, ignoring the young man's obvious flirting.
"You okay, Timbo?" Kolby said, hearing Timothée's soft sigh.
"Yeah, just some flight attendants are flirting with me. A male and a female." he said, Kolby smiling.
"It's that sexy face of yours and that tight slim body. Makes everyone drool." Kolby said soft and seductively.
Timothée smiled, wishing he was here to kiss him.
"Quit teasing. I don't want them; I only want you. I love your drool all over me." he said, Kolby smiling widely.
`I know, babe. Soon, my sexy stud." he said, Nancy laughing now, Kolby blushing.
"Nancy's laughing at me. We're having a coffee before I start my shift." Kolby smiled, Timothée nodding.
"Bet it's your special blend. The coffee on the airplane is like liquid mud." he said, Kolby laughing.
"I'll make you a pot first time you're back." he smiled, Timothée smiling more.
"Alright, my love. I'll let you go."
"I'll call you tonight, my Timbo. Love you." he smiled, Timothée smiling.
"Will do, Kobe. Remember the time difference, I'm six hours behind."
"I love that behind. It's so sexy. Goodbye my love." Kolby said, Timothée laughing, the male flight attendant walking up to him with a tray of food.
"I love you, my sexy babe." Timothée smiled, closing off his phone.
Nancy smiled at Kolby.
"I guess I've been dragged into the twenty-first century. Will you look at this!" he grinned, handing his new phone to Nancy, the two looking it over.
Timothée smiled up at the attendant, seeing a longing look on his face, his smile smaller.
He set the tray down, Timothée smiling at him.
"Sorry, man. I'm taken. Thanks for the interest though. You're very cute. I hope you find someone special like I have." Timothée smiled, the attendant's smile returning.
He leaned in, smiling at Timothée.
"And Celina said you were a snob. Thanks, Mr. Chalamet. She's or he's one very lucky person." James smiled, walking away.
He followed the man's tight butt, realizing he'd never looked at men this way before.
Timothée smiled, knowing in his heart he was the lucky one.
He had the man of his dreams.
Timothée walked through customs, pulling a luggage cart behind him, waving at his mother standing ahead of him.
The two met, hugging tightly.
"Welcome home, son! You're traveling light. Only two bags and a carry-on." she smiled, Timothée laughing.
She saw that her son was in a happy mood, her arm going around him.
"Let's get going. Your car is in the parking garage." she smiled, Timothée taking the two suitcases, she took his carry-on bag.
Within minutes they were all stored in the back cargo area, Timothée climbing into his Chevrolet Tahoe SUV, taking the driver's seat, his mother smiling beside him.
"I've missed this car!" he smiled, pulling out of the parking garage, the two heading for his condo.
After about forty minutes through traffic, they walked into his high-rise condo, Timothée carrying his bags into the bedroom, his mother heading for the kitchen.
"I'm going to unpack a few things." he said, picking up his remaining carry-on bag, walking into the kitchen.
"Okay, love. I'm making us some coffee." she smiled, Timothée walking back to his large bedroom again.
He opened one suitcase, pulling out Kolby's painting, smiling at it.
He set it on his large dresser, then walked to his carry-on bag, pulling out Kolby's card, depositing it into his nightstand drawer.
He hung up his clothing, closing the bags, putting them in his walk-in closet, walking back towards the kitchen.
He smiled, his mother at the table, scrolling through her phone, two mugs of coffee before her.
Timothée smiled, sitting down, the young man yawning.
"Didn't sleep on the plane, love?" she said, smiling at him, sipping his coffee, still not as good as Kolby's, but better than the airplane's.
"No, there were too many distractions. I'm still on London time, it's after six there, not noon here." he smiled, she nodded.
"Let's finish our coffees, then you can take a nice shower and a nap." she smiled, Timothée agreeing.
"So, tell me about your new friend. What's her name?" she smiled, Timothée smiling.
"His name is Kolby, Mom. He's a maître d at an upscale restaurant where Kylie, Harry, Shawn, and I went for lunch. Let me tell you the story of our dramatic meeting." he smiled.
Timothée told the story of Kolby's encounter with the celebrities, and his subsequent firing. And the next day's results, the young man rehired with a new promotion. He talked of the young man's kind heart, giving friendship and open honesty.
He also told her of his injuries and his tortured past.
She smiled throughout, sensing her son really liked this young man.
She also felt a deep sympathy for all the young man had endured through his short life.
"He sounds amazing. Such a tragic past. He's a courageous young man. And that was a cruel joke Harry played on him. At least he tried to apologize. And that manager got his comeuppance."
"I don't think Harry's apology was sincere. He and I had a big fight about something else. I'm going to talk to my management about it. I don't want him near me. Our friendship is over." he said, his mother looking confused.
He delicately told her what Harry had tried to do with him, leaving out the very erotic parts.
"Oh, baby! That's so terrible! No one has the right to attack you like that! I didn't even know he was that way. I understand completely why you were upset. No one treats my baby like that. We'll make sure he stays away from you."
Timothée nodded, focusing on one thing she'd said, that she hadn't known he was that way.
That was a double-edged sword.
"Mom, can Dad and you come over tomorrow night for dinner? My way of thanks for looking after my place while I was gone. Also, I need to talk to both of you about something." Timothée smiled, she patted his arm, quietly looking at him.
"Of course, love. I'll bring some homemade bread, some cheese and a Caesar salad. Your dad will be happy to see you." she smiled, kissing his cheek.
Timothée smiled, his mother getting up from her chair, smiling at him.
"Do you want that information you asked me for? I didn't bother sending it by email, knowing I'd see you today." She smiled, Timothée kissing her cheek.
"Yes, Mom. Thanks."
She opened her purse, handing Timothée a small sticky note, the man taking it, sticking it on his laptop on the counter.
"You go take that shower, and that nap. We'll both see you tomorrow." she smiled, the young actor walking her out of the condo, closing the door after she'd kissed him goodbye, the two hugging.
He yawned again, walking into the bedroom, his clothes leaving his body, tossing them in the clothes hamper in his walk-in closet; his phone, keys, and wallet going to the nightstand.
He walked naked into the bathroom, carrying his phone only, placing it on the vanity, the young man climbing into his large spacious shower.
He smiled, looking around.
"Kolby and I could lay down in here." he softly said, smiling, thinking of making love to him again on this shower floor.
He sighed, hitting the shower faucet, warm water spraying over him.
He soaped up his lean, slim body, closing his eyes, thinking of his new love, his hand going to his rising shaft.
He finished his shower and slow self pleasuring, halting the water, walking out of the enclosure, toweling himself dry, tossing the thick towel into the hamper beside the vanity, his phone suddenly ringing.
He picked it up, smiling at the name listed.
"Studs Escort Service, head stud speaking?" he smiled, hearing laughter on the other end.
"Yeah, I'd like to order you for the night, you fantastic stud." Kolby smiled, his heart murmuring for his love.
"Well, sorry, everyone wants me. I'm in high demand." he smiled, laying down naked on his bed.
"Well, you are pricey and egotistical, but all in all one fantastic shag." Kolby smiled, sitting in his living room, snuggling on the couch.
Nancy was at work, the young man alone.
Timothée laughed, his fingers brushing against his right nipple.
"Miss you, babe." he said, Kolby smiling.
"Miss you more, beautiful. You're finally home, I take it?"
"Yes, I arrived about an hour ago. Started unpacking and talked with my mom for a while. I asked her and Dad over for dinner tomorrow night. I told her about meeting you. She says you're a courageous, wonderful young man." Timothée smiled, Kolby blushing.
"I feel your blush, my love. I love your humility." he smiled, Kolby smiling.
"I love all of you. Inside and out."
Timothée smiled, relaxing against the cushions on his bed.
"I feel the jetlag settling in, my Timbo. Just wanted to call you and tell you I love you. You need some rest; I feel your tiredness."
"You feel how I feel?" he said, softly smiling, stifling a yawn.
"I think our love connection goes into our souls. We'll always feel the other's feelings." Kolby smiled, Timothée loving that.
"I'm going to get moody, so I'll have you call me often." he smiled, Kolby smirking.
"My man would never be a moody bitch. Horny, but never moody."
Timothée laughed, smirking.
"That I am. I've already jerked off in the shower thinking about you." he smiled, Kolby laughing.
"Keep that beautiful dick hard for me, babe. And bottle that cream, that's pure protein."
Timothée was laughing hard, hearing Kolby laughing on the other side of the world.
"God, I miss your humor. I just miss you." Timothée said, Kolby feeling his emotions.
"I know, my Timbo. I miss you too. It's so hard not having you here." he said, Timothée tearing up.
"I'm going to tell my parents tomorrow night, Kobe. They need to know that I've found true love. That I've found you."
"Are you sure, Timothée? That's a big step."
"They love me, Kobe. I can't see their love changing when they see the real me." he said, Kolby tearing up.
"I don't want you to go through some of the pain I went through." he said, Timothée tearing up.
"I hate that you went through that, my love. But I have something that you didn't have. Someone who genuinely loves me. I know you'll be with me through all of it."
Kolby teared up, hearing a soft yawn come out of his soulmate's mouth.
"You're tired, my Timbo. I'll be walking beside you through all life's challenges. You get some sleep. Give me a call tomorrow." Kolby said, Timothée smiling.
"I love you, Kobe."
"I love you, Timbo." Kolby smiled, ending the call.
Timothée smiled, tossing his phone beside him, the young actor sighing, snuggling more into the bed.
Within minutes he was asleep, Kolby walking beside him in his dreams.
The next day, Kolby was back to his regular routine at the restaurant, settling back into a quiet normalcy.
He and Stephan had quietly discussed the results of Stephan's talk with Evan yesterday.
The young man had called in sick on Monday, the talk delayed until Tuesday when he returned.
The young manager had laid down the law regarding his impropriety with customers.
He'd argued that he was just being nice, Stephan giving him several examples of his flirting with customers, and Kolby.
"Did that little bitch snitch on me?" he'd said, Stephan's eyes darkening.
"That's your co-worker you're talking about. Kolby has done nothing wrong, only doing his job as a senior employee here. It's his responsibility to report to me anything that's undermining the smooth operations of this restaurant. From now, on you'll adhere to the rules and policies of the establishment. Any deviation and you'll be reprimanded or possibly let go. Do I make myself clear?" Stephan had said, the young manager was trying to control his emotions with Evan.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll keep my embellishments to a bare minimum. I apologize for slandering Kolby. I know he's a good lad. I'll act professionally from now on." the young waiter had said, Stephan's threat carrying weight.
"Wow, he's really stubborn." Kolby said, the two discussing it Wednesday morning.
"He's bull-headed, but I think I reached him. I'll not put up with his flirting and crassness." Stephan said, Kolby smiling at him.
"You're just mad he's not going after you." Kolby said, Stephan laughing, then looking at the young man with concern.
"If he does any more flirting with you, please let me know. I think you're right. I don't think he's a good fit for our staff. He touches you or anyone, he's gone." Stephan said, Kolby patting his shoulder.
"I'll keep an eye on him as well. Thanks for trying to fix this. I hope he calms down." he'd smiled, Stephan nodding.
"I hope so too, Kobe."
The two returned to their positions, the day flying by quickly.
At five Evan, Robert and Anton walked in, Kolby smiling at all three.
Evan quietly stared at Kolby, the young man smiling at him.
"Good afternoon, gents. How is your day going?" he smiled, he and Robert chatting about the day's events.
The restaurant had run smoothly all day, the place filled.
Robert and Anton headed for the kitchen to get organized for the evening, Evan holding back.
"Can I talk to you, Kolby?" he said, smiling a soft smile.
"Sure, Evan. What's on your mind?" Kolby smiled, the young man sighing.
"I had a discussion last night with Stephan. He's giving me a chance to prove myself again. I'll try to do better regarding my flirtations. I want to apologize to you for coming on to you the other day. I hope we can work together as friends?" Evan said, the young man smiling at Kolby.
"Alright, Evan. I am willing to give you a chance at retaining your professionalism here. I want to be your friend as well. Although we don't run in the same circles. Let's just start with being co-workers." he smiled, Evan smiling at him.
"Again, I'm sorry for flirting with you. It's hard when you're such a good-looking young man. You and your friend, Mr. Chalamet, look so much alike." he smiled; Kolby softly blushing.
"You're the same, Evan. But we need to be professional."
"How about outside of work? I'd really like to get to know you as a friend."
Kolby stared at the young man, Evan politely smiling at him.
`We'll see, Evan. Right now, we just need to work together. I hope you understand that."
"I do, Kolby. Thanks for giving me a chance to change. I look forward to working together." Evan smiled, the young man walking towards the kitchen.
Two customers came in, Kolby focusing on them.
The young waiter looked back at Kolby, Evan smiling to himself.
I'll find what you need, Harry.
Thanks for the night and day of fun.
_And I think I will indeed try to get close to Kolby._I don't know what your game is Harry, but I'm good with distracting this young bitch.
I may even play with him.
Yes, I think I'm going to enjoy this.
Evan smiled, walking into the kitchen.
His first stop, Stephan's office for some information.
Timothée smiled, the young man wrapped in two arms of hugging happiness.
"It's so good to see you, son." his father Marc said, kissing his son's cheeks as they separated.
It was the next evening, his parents arriving for dinner.
"Great to see you too, Dad!" he smiled, then hugged his mother, Nicole.
"How was London?" his father smiled, he and his wife walking into Timothée's condo, he hung their jackets on the hooks by the door.
He took the food items his parents carried, both following him into the kitchen.
"It was cold, but sunny mostly. Food was good, as were the new friendships." Timothée smiled, putting some of the dishes in the fridge, then the three walked into the living room.
Nicole stopped, looking at a new painting hanging on the wall above Timothée's bar area.
"Yes, your mother told me all about meeting a new friend. What a tragic life he had." he said, Timothée seeing compassion on his father's face.
"Yes, Kolby had a hard life, but his optimism is astounding. I don't think he'll ever give up on life." Timothée smiled, looking towards his mother.
"Where did this painting come from, Timmy? It wasn't here yesterday." she smiled, staring at the canvas.
His father was looking at it now as well, walking up to his wife, his arm going around her.
Timothée had hung Kolby's painting on that wall this morning.
"What do you think of it? I picked it up in London." Timothée smiled, his parents smiling at him, the young man fixing his parents a drink before dinner at the bar.
"The brush strokes are amazing. As is the portrait of the two young men. It looks like two friends consoling each other. The surrounding building and the bench itself seem almost lifelike. The background draws you into their central warmth." his mother said, Timothée knowing of her love for art.
"You can see a lot of symbolism in the surrounding beauty, and in the two young men as well." his father said, both studying the painting closely.
"This is a talented artist, Timothée. It must have been very expensive." his mother said, smiling at him.
Timothée smiled, handing each of them their cocktails, he with a glass of iced tea in his hand.
"Didn't cost me a penny. It was a gift from Kolby." he smiled, his parents looking surprised.
"Does he know the artist?" Marc said, sipping his drink.
"He's extremely close to him." Timothée laughed, his parents seeing their son's happiness.
"What's so funny, son?" Marc said, Timothée smiling.
"The artist's name is Kolby Wentworth." Timothée grinned, both of his parents totally shocked, Nicole now looking at the initials KW signed in the corner.
"That young man painted this himself?!" his mother said, examining the painting even more closely.
"Yes, Mom. Kolby painted it." Timothée smiled, seeing their awed surprise.
"My god, he's very talented. His style is so refreshing." Nicole said, Marc agreeing.
"You didn't tell me he was an artist, Nicole. I thought he was a maître d?" Marc said, Timothée smiling, guiding his parents to the sofa, Timothée sitting in a high back chair beside them.
"He's both, Dad. I was blown away by his talent as well. He says it's just a therapeutic hobby for him. He had about twenty paintings and sketches beside his easel in his bedroom. He let me pick one as a gift, I chose this beautiful one. I instantly saw the symbolism in its beauty." Timothée smiled, his parents staring at him.
"The day he was fired from the restaurant, after he dumped the spaghetti in Harry's lap, I left the restaurant to go find him, to apologize for my friends' atrocious behavior. I followed him to a bench in front of the Thames River, where I found him sitting. I sat down beside him, the two of us talking. This painting is almost a copy of our meeting on that bench. My given apologies and my wanting to help him."
"He is talented if he painted this so quickly from memory." Nicole smiled, Timothée smiling back.
"That's just it, Mom. He didn't paint this after our meeting, he painted it two months before we even met." Timothée said, walking up to the painting, staring at it, his parents staring after him with surprise.
"He painted that months before he met you?" Marc said, looking at his wife, the two trading looks.
"Yes, Dad. If you look on the back of the canvas, you'll see the date and his signature. The painting is called Tomorrow's Meeting. This painting was a premonition of our meeting. He painted what he felt in his mind. That one day he'd meet someone who'd change his life. That the two of us were always destined to meet and be friends." Timothée smiled, walking back to his parents, the young man sitting down on the sofa beside them.
"Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something. I wanted both of you here together to tell you." he said, his parents both looking at him, their hands joining.
"What is it, son? You can talk to us about anything." Nicole said, Timothée smiling at his mother.
"For quite a while I've been feeling lost. I've been so alone. Kylie and I are in a relationship that has no meaning. Other than a benefit to our blossoming careers. I'm more her accessory now than a partner. There is no love or romance between us. I'm going to end that relationship shortly. I can't live with it anymore." he said, Marc nodding at his son.
"We both sensed you weren't happy, Timothée. We didn't realize you were lost." he said, Timothée nodding.
"To be with someone, and still feel alone, shatters one's soul. But I've been lost even before Kylie. I was searching for something I thought I'd never find. Someone who sees the real me, not the image floating out in the fame industry." he said, his father's arm going around him.
"We understand, son. We both know the real you. You're a fine, caring, sensitive young man who needs to find what makes him happy. We know your career makes you happy, you love acting. But it can't be everything." his father said, Timothée nodding.
"I do, Dad. I love acting, but not the glorified fame surrounding it. I just want to distance myself from that. I've finally come to terms with my life, and who I am, and who I want to love." he said, his parents smiling at him.
Nicole moved, going to Timothée's other side, the young man now surrounded by his parents, their arms going around him.
"Timothée, we both love you with all our hearts. Who you are is our son. And who you want to love is your own choice. We would never back away from you in any way. We love you." Nicole said, Timothée staring at her with surprise, the young man feeling his father's arm tightening around him.
"What we're trying to say is we love you for who you are. Your life choices make you yourself. We'll always support you through anything." Marc smiled, Timothée seeing soft tears in his eyes.
"Mom, Dad, I'm .... I'm in love with..." Timothée softly said, Nicole kissing his cheek.
"We'd love to meet this young man who's captured your heart. Kolby sounds like a treasure." she smiled, Timothée looking shocked.
"How did you know we....?"
Marc smiled, kissing his son's cheek.
"A parent always knows when a child's searching his path in life. We've both seen the turmoil going on in your life for the last few years. We both sensed you were fighting within yourself about something you couldn't understand." he said, Timothée lowering his eyes, his mother rubbing his back.
"And we both see the newness shining in your eyes. Whatever passed between you and Kolby in London has revived your soul. It was easy to see when you talked about him yesterday. Is there something you want to tell us, son?" Nicole smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Mom, Dad, I'm in love with Kolby. The two of us have connected in so many ways. I was so surprised when it happened. I never sensed that I would or could love another man. But in my heart, I know he's the second half of my soul. When we're together we both feel so loved. I love him so much!" Timothée said, both of his father's arms going around him, Timothée's head going to his chest, Nicole still rubbing his back, tears flowing from Timothée's green pools.
"Are you gay, son? Or bisexual? We're alright with whatever you want to be. We don't need to label it. We love you, son." Marc said, Timothée raising his head.
"I don't honestly know that truth, Dad. I've been with women, the passion was alright, but I never sensed it would lead to something more. But when I'm with Kolby, just being with him, holding him, my soul feels at peace, I feel loved and protected. He makes me so happy in so many ways. I think...I think I'm leaning towards maybe being bisexual, or maybe even gay. I just don't know. I just can't risk people knowing that right now. But I wanted you both to know. I'll tell Pauline too. You're my family, I love you all so much. I just couldn't keep this from you." he said, Marc smiling at his son's honest heart, wanting his whole family to know.
"You are who you are, son. Our love will never change because of this." Nicole said, wrapping her arms around her son, she and her husband smiling at each other.
"I can't believe you're both alright with this. I love you both so much!" Timothée said, both parents kissing his cheeks.
"We love you too, son." Marc smiled, patting his son's knee.
"I want to hear everything about this young man, son." he smiled, Timothée's smile wide.
`I'll go check on dinner in the oven. We can chat through dinner." he smiled, walking towards the kitchen.
His parents smiled at each other, Marc kissing Nicole's lips.
"I guess our son's on his true path. I think we're in for a surprising ride. And we need to meet this boy." he smiled, Nicole chuckling.
"Let's go be with our son. I want to bask in his new happiness." she smiled, the two walking towards the kitchen.
End of Chapter 15
And so Timothée opens his heart to his parents, revealing the truth within his soul.
That he's fallen in love with another man.
They both already seemed to have sensed that.
They both still love him, nothing's changed.
Evan seems to be eyeing Kolby up as his next meal.
Is this part of Harry's plan or is this Evan's own need?
Will Kolby see through the plotting?
Questions in need of answers.
Up next, facing truths and hidden fears.
Hugs, Angel
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