Troye Sivan
Tears pour from my body as I clutch my knees to my chest, utter devastation wrecking my body. It's over. We're over. I can't believe we're over.
It grows harder to breathe. How do i breathe without you? Chest heaving, I let sob after sob wreck my body. Why did you give up so easily?
Where are you?
The cars above me make the ground rumble, my new home being under a bridge. The only thing I have is my coat, trousers, a tee, and pants. No food, no water, no insulin. I believe I will be dead in a week's time.
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a/n: one chapter left bitches
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sued into submission 🌷 tracob
Fanfiction"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
