come home 🥀 sequel to sued into submission 🥀 tracob

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a/n: if you haven't read the first half of this story, you may want to do that. ily angels, enjoy <3

Troye Sivan

Yes, me. The man you've been following for years. Some of the grandest and most foul times of my life.

The last time you saw me, I was homeless under a bridge. Under a bridge where rocks crumbles and cars went rummidy rummy rummady. The place where I was forced to comply and be one with nature. I didn't die, surprisingly. My health declined to a maximum and it got to the point where I sure wished I wasn't alive. But here I am, living and breathing in today's day and age. Twenty-three years old.

Things changed, I got a job at a flower shop, I was taken in by the owner of the store, and I lived a quiet life with a lady as my best friend. Her name is Denise, she's a sweet woman of gold.

Now I stand, walking up the stairs to my penthouse in the Bronx, with many envelopes full of checks for one person and one person only; me.

Catching me in a shock, I find one of the envelopes is from none other than Bixenman Inc.

The papers fall to the floor as I do as well, falling into putty.

"No..." I whisper.

I haven't seen a thing of you in years.

"It couldn't be."

I break open the envelope and unfold the letter. Tears fall, I cover my mouth as I read out the two words.

Marry Me?