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i believe there are only 16 chapters i might be wrong




It was snowing.

Troye smiles as he sits on his window sill and stares out at the sky.

Jacob was at work right now, so it was only him and Steele at the house, but the older Mellet was asleep. 

It was kind of a rough night for the two of them, but Troye couldn't sleep and he felt too guilty for keeping Steele up that he felt like he didn't deserve to sleep anyway. 

He sighs before remembering something and standing up.

He walks over to his nightstand, his oxygen tank being dragged behind him.

He pulls the drawer open and gets the familiar sheet of paper out. 

He shuts his bedroom door before walking back over to the window sill and sitting down. 

Unfolding the paper, he reads the words that are written on it.

He smiles slightly at the first couple lines. 

I have a question It might seem strange How are your lungs? Are they in pain?

Troye giggles as tears build up in his eyes.

He notices that under each line, there are notes. 

It's a song. 

Quickly, he sets the paper down and turns to his piano.

He scoots up and presses some keys to find the right tune. 

He reads the notes and plays the first couple.

He smiles and quickly wipes a tear away before going back to playing. 

He begins to sing softly, only to be interrupted by more tears.

He couldn't believe Jacob had written him a song. 

He couldn't believe he stole it. 

Troye loses his smile.

Guilt settles into his gut and he slowly backs away from his piano. 

A knock sounds at the door. 

"Come in." 

The door is pushed open and Steele walks in, "You okay?" 

Troye nods with a small smile. 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Not really, no." 

"Okay. Well I'm gonna make some lunch. Jacob gets out of work in about an hour. You want him to come over?" 

Troye nods. 

"Alright, I'll text him." 

"Hey, Steele?" Troye says as Steele begins to leave the room. 

"Yeah?" 

"I love you."  Steele smiles softly and walks over to his younger brother.

He leans down and kisses his hairless head, "I love you too, Troye."

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