lovelorn

iii.

the sun is blinding. grass brushes my knees as i run, and i can't seem to stop giggling. all i can see for miles is fields of gold. and him. god, do i see him.

"jacob, you're running too fast," i laugh, stumbling. he glances over his shoulder briefly before halting a little ways ahead.

"we're here," he tells me, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to lie with him in the grass. "i have something to tell you."

we settle in. i tilt my head in question, motioning for him to continue.

"god, troye, it's really good news." jacob's smiling so wide, i could believe anything he says is good news.

i let a grin sit on my face. i pluck a golden stem from the ground and twist it between my fingers. "go on,"

immediately, a blush smolders his cheeks. "i asked aspen out on a date—and she said yes!" he rolls over onto his belly. "isn't that great?"

i want to puke.

"jacob, that's—what?" suddenly, the field isn't golden anymore. "that's amazing. i'm really happy for you."

and then he rambles about everything that is aspen fisher. from everything i am not to everything i fail to grasp. most of what he says is true; i am not aspen fisher, and jacob bixenman has slipped past my fingers.