I did not sleep.
I was up all night with your sketchbook.
And I felt like I got to know you.
And I wondered
What made you so sad
And I wished that you would talk to me
But you didn't.
You never talked.
On the bus I tried to give it back.
You did not take it.
You just showed that you had a new one.
I was the first picture in it.
I did not mind.
You captured me in such a honest way.
And I loved it.
"Con, you are beautiful"
I said at lunch and you looked at me in disbelief.
"You really are! You eyes has such a beautiful shade of green and I love the way the sometimes light up when you smile. Your hair is like a caramel dream and you are so talented. So talented."
You lit up at my words and your cheeks turned red.
I could not help but smile.
And then you picked out a pen from your case.
And you wrote
/Happy/
And then you drew a portrait of yourself
A quick sketch
But the light in your eyes was shown
And your lips was turned in a upturned smile.
And under the picture you wrote again.
/To Troye, the greatest, the kind, and the honest, with love, Connor/
And you ripped out the sketch
And you left it on the table as you left
And I put it in the sketchbook
And then in my bag
And I was glad
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You Never Knew (A tronnor au)
FanfikceThey 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.
