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Everything Meant Nothing | Part 3: The Last Time I Saw Him
🕑 Added 2025-06-21 11:00:09 +0000 UTCAll characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.
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Part 3: The Last Time I Saw Him | Summer After Him
I barely slept.
By the time my alarm buzzed, I had been lying in bed for hours, eyes fixed on the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs. My suitcase sat zipped in the corner. Passport tucked in the front pocket. Hoodie packed at the bottom where I could not see it but still felt it somehow.
My flight was at night. One more day.
Cal texted me first.
You awake?
I walked over without replying. He lived two streets over. It was early morning , the sky a pale gray, the kind of light that slips in gently before the sun shows itself. The neighborhood was quiet, wrapped in that hush that makes everything feel suspended. His porch light was on. I didn’t bother knocking.
He opened the door and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything.
“You good?” he asked against my shoulder.
I didn’t answer right away. I just stood there, breathing in the familiar smell of his house, the faint cologne he always over-sprayed, the cinnamon from the toaster in the kitchen.
He stepped back, narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re going to see him, aren’t you?”
I looked down.
“Troy.” He sounded… not angry exactly, just disappointed in me.
“He asked me to meet him,” I said. “Said it would be quick. Said he just wanted to say goodbye.”
Cal let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, dude. What else is there to say?”
I shrugged. “I just… I want to see him one last time.”
“No, you don’t,” he said. “You think you do. But all he ever did was mess with your head. And now you’re leaving, finally getting out, and you’re letting him reel you back in for what? Closure? He doesn’t get to have that. He broke you.”
“He didn’t mean to,” I muttered.
Cal looked at me for a long time. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s the problem.”
He hugged me again. Tighter this time. “Just… be careful with your heart, okay?”
I nodded.
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The football field looked smaller in the morning light. Dew clung to the grass. The goalposts stood still. Silent. Everything felt paused, like the world had not yet decided what it wanted to be today.
Luke stood near the sideline. Alone. Wearing his old varsity jacket, the one he wore the night he pulled me behind the shed after practice and kissed me so hard I forgot my name. I hated how much I loved seeing him in it. Him, here. Away from prying eyes. Like something out of a memory I hadn't asked to relive.
He turned when he heard my footsteps. No smile. Just those familiar eyes, watching me like they always did...like he wanted to say something but never could.
“Hey,” he said softly.
I said nothing.
“I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to see you. One more time.”
“So you texted me at five in the morning.”
He gave a weak laugh. “I couldn’t sleep.”
I looked over at the shed, a small smile tugging at my lips. “That’s where we kissed.”
“Yeah,” he said, eyes flicking to the goalpost. “I remember.”
Silence settled between us. The kind that felt too loud.
“I wanted to tell you,” he said finally, “that I’m happy for you. I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time. Getting out. Starting over.”
“Is that what this is?” I asked. “A pep talk?”
He looked down. “I didn’t mean for it to end like this.”
“But it did.”
Luke looked up. “Troy....”
“You're wearing the jacket I said I liked on you,” I said.
He glanced down, then back up at me. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I wore it for you.”
I swallowed. My throat already felt tight.
We stood in that stupid charged silence. The one we’d mastered. The one that always made me wonder if this time would be different.
I looked at him. Really looked at him. There were bags under his eyes. His hair still messed from sleep. He hadn’t come to impress me. He’d come because he needed to.
“I’m scared,” he said suddenly. “You know how much I… uh… like you.”
The words tumbled out quiet and clumsy. Not quite a confession. Not quite a denial. Just enough to let the door stay cracked.
But only because no one was around to hear it.
Luke was never good with feelings. Not unless we were in the dark. Not unless his hand was under my shirt. He loved me in the ways he could manage...fingers through my hair, late-night drives, falling asleep mid-sentence. But never in daylight. Never where it counted.
“I know you are,” I said. “But you don’t get to be scared and still have me.”
He stepped closer, his voice lower now. “Troy, I think about you all the time.”
“Then why did you let me walk away?” I whispered.
“I didn’t know how to stop you.”
“You didn’t even try.”
He reached for me. Fingers brushing mine.
My body betrayed me. I leaned forward, just a little. Enough for him to know I still wanted to be wanted. Enough to hope maybe he finally meant it.
His hand cupped my face.
I let him.
His thumb traced along my cheekbone like it was muscle memory. My eyes fluttered shut for half a second.
He leaned in.
But right before his lips touched mine, he pulled back, glancing toward the edge of the field. “Dude. Someone might see. The gardener’s usually up around this time.”
I opened my eyes. The air between us shattered.
There it was. The line. Always drawn. Always there when it mattered.
“Right,” I said quietly. “God forbid someone sees.”
“Troy,” he said. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it?” I asked, my voice cracking. “What was I to you? Am I just some blurry memory now? Some secret you’re relieved to be rid of?”
He looked like he wanted to say something.
He didn’t.
“You can’t even say it,” I whispered. “You can’t even name what we were.”
He closed the distance again. “Troy. I wanted you. I still do.”
My breath caught.
His hand found my jaw again, gentler this time. His eyes on mine. That same look I fell for a hundred times.
And then, he leaned in again.
I almost let him.
But I pulled back. This time, for me.
“Do you want to kiss me because you miss me,” I asked, “or because you’re about to lose me?”
He blinked. Hesitated. “I don’t know what I want,” he said.
I stepped away. Numb. “That’s not good enough anymore.”
“Troy…”
“You always do this,” I said, barely holding it in. “You pull me in just enough to keep me hoping. Then push me away before it means anything.”
“Troy, please.”
I shook my head and turned, already walking. My chest burned. My throat closed.
“Troy, don’t...please don’t do this,” he called after me.
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
The tears came fast, hot and silent, falling before I made it off the field. I wiped them with the sleeve of my hoodie, quick and frantic, like I could erase what just happened if I moved fast enough.
But it didn’t work.
I cried all the way to the sidewalk. Quiet. Shoulders shaking. Because the truth hurt more than the lie: he loved me. I knew that. But he would never fight for me. And I couldn’t keep loving someone who only loved me in secret.
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I didn’t go back to Luke’s. I didn’t answer when he texted. I didn’t open the voice note he sent an hour later. I couldn’t.
I walked home slowly, like I was hoping the day would stretch out and let me stay suspended in it a little longer. Like maybe I wouldn’t have to leave if the clock just froze. But time doesn’t do that. Not when you need it to.
My room was already half-packed. Walls bare. Closet hollow. I stared at the empty shelves like they were a body after someone moves out of it. The ghost of who I was here.
My mom tried to stay strong, but her eyes kept glancing at me like she was memorizing me. My dad didn’t say much, just carried my suitcase to the trunk and gave my shoulder a squeeze. That was how he said goodbye. Through weight, not words.
My little sister slipped a folded piece of paper into my jacket pocket when no one was looking. I didn’t read it. Not yet. Just pressed it to my chest for a second. Just held it.
The drive to the airport was quiet.
I watched the town blur past through the car window. The coffee shop. The gas station. The stoplight near the school where we used to sneak kisses in the backseat. Every place looked smaller now. Like it already knew I was leaving.
At the terminal, my mom finally cried. Full tears this time, arms wrapped tight around me like she was afraid I might disappear. “You’re going to do amazing,” she said, voice thick. “Just… don’t forget to eat.”
“I won’t,” I whispered.
My dad hugged me second. Pulled me in hard. “Make us proud, alright?”
I nodded.
My sister was last. No words. Just her pinky hooking mine like we used to do when we were little. I nearly broke.
But I didn’t.
I made myself walk. Through security. Past the gate. Every step a kind of grief. Every footfall echoing what I was leaving behind.
On the plane, I sat by the window and pressed my forehead to the glass. The sky outside was soft and blue. The clouds looked like they didn’t care about any of this. Like none of it mattered.
The seatbelt light flicked on. The engine hummed louder. The ground began to drift away.
And I thought of Luke.
Of his hand on my jaw. Of his mouth inches from mine. Of the words he never said, the name he never called me, the life he never let us have.
I thought of all the almosts. All the maybes. All the ways he could’ve loved me better but didn’t.
And I closed my eyes.
Because maybe this heartbreak was the price of freedom.
Maybe losing him was the cost of finding myself.
I exhaled.
The runway shrank behind me. The town disappeared under a sheet of clouds. The only thing ahead now was air and sky and whatever comes next.
I wasn’t running anymore.
I was walking into something new.
A different chapter.
And this time, I was the one choosing how it begins.
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Everything Meant Nothing | Part 4: New City, New Messes
Troy’s Note:
I hope you guys enjoyed the first three chapters of Summer After Him, the first arc of "Everything Meant Nothing"
Now, the story moves forward.
The next arc, Halfway to Him, begins next week.
This chapter takes Troy across the ocean, into a new country, a new college, and a world full of unfamiliar faces; some of them a little too distracting. There’s homesickness, late-night chaos, and cereal eaten in nothing but a towel. But more than that, there’s a chance to start over.
This is a story about rebuilding. About shedding the past, and maybe...without meaning to falling into something new.
Releasing in a few days.
—Troy <3
Comments
Troy
<3
robert
Sometimes your heart breaks until you find someone that loves your heart as much as you do
Troy
Unfortunately, it's not just America. The whole world is sick. I just wanted this arc to come from personal feelings. But I promise you, Arc 2 "Halway to Him" is much more easygoing and light hearted. The emo-stuff is over :)
BeachDude
Oh my heart hurts. What our (American) society does to people is sick simply because of who they love.
Troy
I think the first arc clearly explains the love between Luke and Troy, the reason for breakup resulting in a heartbreak. I am yet to write the new arc. You'll get to read more of Dylan and Troy until then.
J
I’m glad to see that Luke really did love Troy and wanted to say it but couldn’t I can relate to him more than I care to admit. I’m excited for Troy and the new chapter in his life this is turning out to be an amazing story
Troy
The next arc takes an exciting new direction: Troy’s starting university life and moving into a shared flat with two roommates, Min and Theo. It’s not your typical dorm setup, they each have their own room but share the apartment as a trio.
Craig
Excited to see Troy go to UK. Great ending.
