Kayla and I walk home from Starbucks together two hours of conversation later. The warmth we seemed to have stolen from Starbucks has faded into the air, and I shiver as we stand outside of her door, waiting for someone to open the door and let us in.
After a few minutes of shivering, Mum opens the door with a snap and anger in her eyes.
"Pack your bags, Troye. We're leaving."
"What?" Kayla says before I can speak. "Why?"
Mum swallows, stepping aside to let us in. "You'll probably find out soon enough at school, Kayla. It's nothing that you or Lila did. It was just a bad idea for us to come here. Troye, the plane leaves in two hours, start packing."
I stare at her, open mouthed, confused -
"Where's Tyde?"
"He's in the guest room, and you don't need to go talk to him right now. Go. Pack."
I don't say anything else, just follow Kayla up the stairs silently. We pass the guest room as we go, and I can hear Tyde crying.
Instead of going inside, I focus on pretending that I can't hear him.
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Fiksi Penggemar[COMPLETED] NaNoWriMo 2015 - "My heart skips a beat and all the careful precautions and burned photographs and the pretense of safety and normalcy is shattered, oh God what have I done?" Troye Sivan is running from a past that he's still livin...
