Begin Again (Tronnor)

Begin Again

Took a deep breath in the mirror

So self-conscious. Troye hated how he looked sometimes. He hated his curly hair, he hated his skinniness, he hated all of it.

He didn't like it when I wore high heels

But I do

Troye liked wearing platform heeled shoes, and platform converse. But his old boyfriend always told him it made him look weird. He loved wearing them, but the blows to his self-conscious hadn't healed yet. He wasn't confident enough to wear them in public yet.

Turn the lock and put my headphones on

Locking himself away and listening to music or writing music was the only way for Troye to cope. He didn't know what else to do when he was sad or alone.

He always said he didn't get this song

But I do, I do

His old boyfriend never got his music. Said it wasn't a real job. Never understood his songs. Troye didn't even know why he kept writing songs. But it was his escape.

Walked in expecting you'd be late

Troye had taken a risk, agreeing to go on one date with Connor. It was just that Connor always made him smile and the nervousness in his eyes when he asked Troye on the date made Troye say yes for some reason. He didn't really expect for Connor to show up on time, or show up at all. He'd been stood up too many times to expect anything more.

But you got here early and you stand and wave

Troye's eyes widened as he saw Connor standing outside the café. Troye himself was early. Connor spotted him across the street and waved happily, standing up straighter.

I walk to you

Troye's breath caught in his throat as he crossed the street. Connor looked so happy to be there, waiting for Troye to show up. They greeted each other and Connor held the door for Troye as they entered the café. Troye thanked Connor timidly. He was as nervous as if this was the first date he'd ever been on.

You pull my chair out and help me in

Connor smiled at Troye as the waitress led them to a table. He hurried ahead and pulled out one of the chairs, smiling as he offered Troye the seat.

And you don't know how nice that is

But I do

Troye felt a lump in his throat as he sat down. His old boyfriend had never been so nice. He hadn't received kindness like that in a very long time. It was such a little thing, too.

And you throw your head back laughing

Like a little kid