Troye's pov
I did end up coming in the damn lift, biting down on my hand and falling back against Jacob's chest. I'm not sure how no one noticed but I sure am glad no one did. That would surely be the end of me.
As we finally hit the top of the long ride, we stepped out in a fit of giggles and cheeky smiles.
"Next time... we're taking the stairs!" I exclaim, grabbing his hand and dragging him to a vacant side of the floor.
We leant against the ledge and gazed out at the city. People, cars, buses, animals, and all things life seemed to buzz from up here. They seemed to buzz like the bees that surrounded us during our first kiss. They buzzed like the vents in the flat during our first time. Everything and everyone just feel so alive from up here. It's like we're up in space again, watching the life propel around us while we watch in adoration. I used to hate this feeling, being stuck in position while life goes on with or without me, but with Jacob here stuck with me, I think I'm starting to learn to like it. The self-awareness that this means nothing. Life goes on with or without me, without us. We could be alive and happy today, dead and six feet in the dirt tomorrow. Life would go on. I wish I had that outlook on life when Mum passed.
"You know if you were to drop a coin from up here and it hit someone else down there, it would likely give that person a concussion or severely hurt them." Jacob speaks up, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I chuckle and lean against him, "Well then let's not drop anything."
"Mhmm," He hums, nodding and pulling me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and setting his head on my shoulder.
"Jacob," I whisper.
"Hmm?"
"I think this is what falling in love feels like."
