I gasped desperately for air. I couldn't believe what words just spilled out of his mouth. Leaving me breathless. And him satisfied. Staring dead ahead I soon realise he was still speaking. But I had the urge just to run, run away from everything at this point. It would have a positive outcome though. Why am I in despair? "Will you move in with me" is the words that troye has said that leave me breathless. I stare at his piercing blue eyes for 1 more minute. I try to make words but nothings coming out. "Yes" I say as I force the words to exit my head. He smiles. "Start packing your stuff tomorrow and you can slowly move your stuff in!" He says excitingly. I slowly exit his house still wondering what will come out of this.
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I wander down the road late at night looking at this ghost town I live in. I arrive at my front door and fiddle with my keys until I find my house key. I unlock the door to see my stuff . I walk quickly to my closet to grab 4 suitcases. I unzip them and start piling my clothes in each one. "I have a good sense of fashion" I mumble to myself with satisfaction . After filling each one up I place them at my front door. I open my door and then lock it. Struggling to walk with my 4 suitcases, I see troye pull up. "Get in the car" He yells. I shove my enormous suitcases in his trunk. I hop in the front seat to see....him. he stares at me with a look in his eyes. We drive back to his house listening to music. "What are you bringing tomorrow?" He asks. "AH probaly dishes and blankets. .if that's okay with you?" I hesitantly say. "Of course,connie". I blush.
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I wake up the next day in his bed. He has his arms wrapped around me. He always looks beautiful. I slip out of his arms trying not to wake him. I sit up quietly and walk to the kitchen. I pull put a carton of white eggs, I grad bread and butter. I pop the toast into the toaster and crack the eggs and watch them flow onto the burning pan. I go to flip the pan so the eggs can switch sides.....as I do so troye walks in. "CONNIE!" He yells proudly. He scared the shit out of me causing me to drop the eggs on the floor. "WHAT THE HE'LL! I can't do anything good for you can I? " I tease.
"New is good"
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Painting Lies•tronnor
FanfictionHappily ever after? Bull s**t. At least that what I've experienced. The words spilling out of his mouth were lies and regrets. Well mine were, envy and disguste.
