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After the snap, Timothee couldn't take it anymore. Before the snap, each day was a hardship on its own. but at least he had bucky to keep him going. It turns out his rival relationship with the man had wormed its way into his heart, his routine. He never knew how important it was for him to see that man and his stupid mug- to insult him to his face. He hated Bucky. he swears he hated bucky. but after the snap hes not so sure anymore.
As the days passed, he realised what his hate had turn into; love. As he passed out onto his bed late into the night, his last thought was of bucky, and how the hell his feelings had changed so much. But his feelings weren't the only things to have changed, the world was not the same place it was 5 years ago. Ever since that day when House (from house md) took half of the universe with him. Timothee felt emptier than when his dad Steve Carell didn't take him back, colder than when he failed to mourn for his father Oscar Isaac's death, lonelier than when he cried over the loss of his cannibal sex offender lover. At that moment he realised how far he had fallen, just how late the hour was. At that moment, the only thing to remain was the cry of his hate. A cry in the dark that nobody heard.