Troye's pov
I stand back like a deer in headlights as I hear the phone ring. Here I am, standing in the kitchen, hands shaking at my sides as I hear that sharp ringing.
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. What do I do? I can't just answer. What if it's not for me? What if it's someone trying to hurt Jay? Or me? What if it is for me?
"Oh no," I utter.
It is. No. No, no, no.
This is my fault.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, my head down as I make my way to the washroom.
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My head feels funny under here. In fact, it's all I really feel.
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Fiksi Penggemarjust take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.
