come home 🥀 sequel to sued into submission 🥀 tracob

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Jacob Bixenman

We connect hands and I hold him until I can't anymore, running with him anywhere I can. To dinner, to the park, and all around the city without a care. It was a night lived as if there would never be another. It felt like a different kind of love.

Maybe that's what this is?

Smiling under bridges as I adore the look of infatuation in his dazzling eyes. Hands held as we walk the streets, I can feel his heartbeat. The look he gives when we stumble into each other in front of the fountains, moving in and resting his head against my chest. I kiss his pretty pillbox black hat and place my arms over his shoulders, holding him close. Everything feels perfect next to him, not even the paparazzi could put a damper on the evening. Surely, we will be headlined all over the media with Troye holding his middle finger up at the camera shamelessly as we stand together.

When it was getting unacceptably late to have Troye out in the city, I made sure he got home safe and pressed only the sweetest of kisses to his forehead, earning a few tears from him when I said I had to leave. I held him until I couldn't, promising to see him again before making myself walk away.

Now I'm sitting in this plane too far up to reach him, thinking of the feeling of his lips again. I let that sway me to sleep like the gentle snores that escape his lips and the precious look of him sleeping peacefully. Anything him, I'm living off of it. I just can't stop thinking of him.

How do I live my business life with him hovering in my mind? Can I do that? Is it possible for one as powerful as me not to crack?

The thing that lingers on my mind is... Troye is different now. He holds a stronger persona, one that I never would've seen two years ago. I thought I couldn't love him any more then, but I'm proving myself wrong more and more every day. I feel myself changing and I don't know what to do.

Is this what true love does?

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a/n: i adore this story but rn i'm tired of writing about love i want to write about gay dragons & that my children is just a shmood