come home 🥀 sequel to sued into submission 🥀 tracob

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a/n: a little present for angel -flowerbix whose writing i admire from the bottom of my heart. give her some luv 🖤🖤

Troye Sivan

"What's your dream in life?" Jacob asks as we sit down on a red and white picnic blanket in a sunflower field hours out of the Bronx, nibbling on strawberries together.

"I've never asked you." He adds, biting down on the juicy fruit.

"My dream?" I question, "Control over my life."

"I want to be in control of myself and my emotions. I want to be more than the heartbroken fool I've lead myself on to be."

"What's stopping you from your own happiness?" He asks.

I frown, looking down at the dirt and roots of the tall flowers, "My own self, and I have no idea how to stop it."

A small silence takes place, I watch him munch away and roll a berry between my fingers. I can't help but be comfortable not having to talk. Maybe no words can connect me to another like actions can.

"I don't think you need to stop it," Jacob musters up, "I think you need to accept it."

...

"Yes, I'll be back by morning. No, no, don't cancel the appointment. I'll be there." I hear from the balcony late that evening while I lay in bed, sleeping moments prior.

When he wraps up the conversation and comes back in, I look up at him and lock eyes with those guilty orbs.

"You're leaving," I murmur.

He frowns, "I'll be back, Troye... unless you want to come with me?"

"Come with you?" I inquire, "Wh- I have my own life here. I have a job and a roommate."

"Can you say you're happy here?" He questions, standing up with that arrogant look that says he knows he's right.

"I can't just leave," I mumble with tears in my eyes, looking out my bedroom door to the hallway leading to Denise's room.

"I'm not like you in that aspect," I add.

"Troye..." He trails off.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything. This is your choice... I just think you have a brighter future in the UK. A brighter future with me." He pauses, "You could be happy."

I roll over and cover myself with my duvet, emotion filling my every pore. What am I supposed to do? What do I do?

Two hours later once Jacob has moved down to the bed, sitting there with his head in his hands, as he had just packed up his things. He's quiet but I can't help but hear his every thought. At least what I believe he thinks.

He wants me to go with him. He wants me back in his arms. How do I trust those arms? He has to go soon, he's stressing over the time. I haven't spoken a word and the clock is running out. He wishes I were better at communicating sometimes, I know I wish I was too.

My heart says yes and my brain says no and now I've just end up with an upset belly.

"I need time." I utter.

He lifts his head and looks around at me, the moonlight shining down on him so sweetly.

"I don't want you to forget about me again." I whisper, "And I wish you wouldn't leave."

"I will never forget you, Troye Sivan." ... "I give you all the time you need. I will wait for you, I always will. And when you're ready..."

"Come home to this."

And he kisses me like never before.