Troye's POV
Car door closing with a slam
As I reach out
Hold his hand
Lightly squeezing it
As I feel my smile
Opening the door
As we get into line
Two grande frappichinios
One his
The other mine
We sit at a table
Next to the tall window
Observing passerbys
Sipping notes
Of description
Or maybe
Recognition
Wondering eyes
Drift together
Seeking permission
From one another
He leans in
Cupping my cheek
Smiles with his eyes
Lips touch mine
Till I'm gasping for breath
As he squeezes my hip
Will I be a pawn
To move him ahead
Or fall behind
Off the board
Flatline
It means dead
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Silence : Troyler A.U.
Fiksi Penggemar4 years 21 days since Troye Sivan last spoke. Abused and broken He's so very alone. Until he meets Tyler. Things start to turn around. But then something happens that sends his whole world spiraling out of control, along with the people around him...
