Troye Sivan? Troye Sivan.

Someone could love you more.

Sequel to "I'm just a fool." (I recommend listening to the songs that are mentioned while reading)

Continued...

I walked back slowly and smoothly as the cold, night air swirled around me. As I walked down the street Troye's words replayed over and over in my head. "Only fools fall for you, and I'm sick and tired of being that fool." That night, every single thing I stepped on, every single noise I made sound as loud as a bomb going off, and felt like a dagger being thrust into my heart. I walked into my apartment building, walking up the stairs. "Only fools fall for you," I thought again and again. It was only until I got to my kitchen I fully realized what happened. I started sobbing. Hard. "Everything is shattering, and its my mistake," I whispered to my self. "My mistake," I repeated. Dan ran into the room, it was around Midnight. "Y/n, What's wrong?" He took a look at me I could feel the makeup running down my face. "Y/n..." Dan started. "LEAVE, DAN!" I shouted angrily, even though it hadn't been his fault. "Please...Go," I said in a quieter, hushed tone. Without saying another word, Dan quietly left the room. I wanted to thank him. I pulled out my phone. Not a call or even a text from Troye. I turned on the radio, and immediately Troye's song Gasoline started playing.

Smell heartbreak on my hands

I feel sick to my stomach as I begin to stand

I see an outline in my bed, in the same spot I watched them rest his head

I've done you wrong, I regret it,

I Write this song, trying to forget it

I feel this emptiness in my chest

I feel surreal, but I'm feeling stressed

and I need to do something

I f***** up, for nothing

Now I gotta just tell someone

Tell someone what I've done

Please bathe me now, wash me clean

You set my heart on fire, like gasoline

bathe me now

wash me clean

just set my heart on fire, like gasoline

Oh no, like gasoline

Wake up, the morning after

You call, but I don't answer

And I can't look you in the eye

No matter how hard I try

You deserve forever

Not a boy, looking for better

But as long as your still here

I'm gonna try to keep you near

Please bathe me now

wash me clean

just set my heart on fire, like gasoline

bathe me now, yeah

wash me clean

just set my heart on fire, like gasoline...

please bathe me now

wash me clean

just set my heart on fire, like gasoline

bathe me now, yeah

wash me clean

set my heat on fire, like gasoline

bathe me now

wash me clean

just set my heart on fire...

like gasoline

BACK TO THE STORY...

Now I was really crying, his lyrics were so powerful. Next on the radio, had to be LOST BOY, also by Troye. I know all of the words.

As the smile fell from your face I fell with it,

our faces blue,

there's a heart stain on the carpet, I left it, I left it with you...

Then I got to the chorus.

I say I wanna settle down,

build your hopes up like a town

where I'm giving you the run around,

I'm just a lost boy,

not ready to be found.

I skipped toward the end where I found the saddest, but true lyric.

So what are you waiting for? 

Someone could love you more

I'm just a lost boy,

Lost boy

(Now really back to the story.)

I was sobbing hard now and I decided to at least try to sleep.  So, that chilly night in London I fell asleep in the room which was in the house, which was on the street of where Troye Sivan Mellet left me to pickup the pieces of glass that I had shattered. Right before I floated into the realm of unconsciousness the words "Someone could love you more," escaped from my lips.