And you turned the page in your sketchbook.
And now it was you.
But only a sketch.
Around you there was colours.
And life.
But you had none.
And then you spoke.
"I am in a bubble wich no one can plop. I am isolated and nobody can know. I like you Troye. I like you but I can't. You would not understand. I have to go"
You had such a sweet voice. You spoke. You had a mesmerizing voice.
And I had no chance to answer.
And you left.
But your sketchbook was still on the table.
So I put it in my bag.
And I left.
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You Never Knew (A tronnor au)
FanfictionThey called him weird. They did not get to know him. They said things behind his back. He never talked. He never smiled. And I never knew.
