Troye's pov
Well, someone isn't a morning person...
I sigh, nibbling bits of my pancakes while sat at the long white table, staring out the window at the street.
I don't see what got him in such a mood, I was only getting ready for the day. Hell, I've done a lot this morning just to begin with. I dipped into my bank account and ordered a new bed, some furniture, I went to the supermarket and bought my own groceries and some cheap clothes. Today I've got my shit together.
Since his little fit, I've toned it down and settled at the table, eating my food.
Today, I have also realised something more:
It turns out the oh-so-perfect flat isn't so perfect.
I mean yes, it's absolutely stunning and I'm more than lucky to live in it, but it has some flaws. The cracks in the ceiling where I'm sure we'll have leaks when storms arrive, the creaky floors that won't be so lovely when trying to be quiet or sneak around. And even the water whistles when showering, singing a song of spiteful mermaids. I guess I'll get used to it in time, it's just different.
Now being in what I could find at the supermarket, a grey t-shirt and sweatpants, I find myself feeling comfier in the not-so-perfect flat. I like it. And I like it because it isn't perfect, it's better that way.
After finishing my meal I rinse my dish in the sink and pick my mobile up, scrolling through it aimlessly, ordering new comics as I please and little things for my new room. I scroll through my gallery, simply wasting time deleting unnecessary memories. There's not really a reason to keep them anymore, they'll just clutter up my brain and storage space.
Maybe I am a little like Jacob.
An asshole? No. But do I feel as though I must be superior to my own emotions and push them aside along with my past or current situations? Just maybe. Maybe I'm like him, I don't know. I don't know him, I don't even know myself.
Sighing, I carry on exploring through my mobile I don't find myself treasuring like I used to and hum along to David Bowie.
Though, it was when I ended up going through my messages that a certain idea popped into my mind...
