you couldn’t believe your boyfriend had set his own home on fire, and ran away. not only leaving his life behind, but also YOU. the one he loved the most.

you were crying in your bedroom a week after all that stuff happened. you heard whistling, and the floorboards creaking. you kinda wished it was toby, for an odd reason. the door opened, but you remembered. you were home alone. toby placed his hand on the top of the door frame, and ducked under, smirking. but he realized, it was you.