Epilogue

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He peacefully laid there, letting the toxic pills overtake his system.

"Soon.." He whispered, staring at the ceiling, almost as if he were talking to Tyler.

"Troye?" He quickly opened his eyes. That voice... it was so familiar, yet so distant..

"Troye." It repeated. Suddenly, a ghostlike figure appeared next to him.

"Tyler.." The angelic face he hadn't seem for five months, the owner of a melodic voice he missed, was standing right there.

"Hey there.." He smiled, holding out his hand. "Ready?" Another ghostlike figure appeared, only this time, it was Troye.

"Ready.." He answered, taking the outstretched hand and planting a kiss to Tyler's lips. "God I missed you.."

And together, they began their new life in heaven.

* * * * * *

The loud, blaring noise filled the air as red and blue flashed into the darkness. Friends, family, neighbors, they all rushed to see what all the commotion was about.

Connor, Jenn, and Andrea pushed through the countless people, watching in tears as their friend was wheeled into the ambulance.

Connor took it the worst, nearly collapsing as Troye's mom shakily handed him the note. Crying, sobbing, trembling, the poor guy didn't want to believe it. He thought it was all a dream.

But this "dream" soon became reality when they attended the funeral two weeks later.

"Ahem, Troye was, well he was one of the best guys I've ever known," Connor cleared his throat, tears already streaming down his currently wet cheeks, "he was a really talented young man, and, ahem, he was amazingly funny and, ahem, I'm sorry.." He paused for a moment, only to break down into tears. Unable to finish, he walked off stage and into the comforting arms of his mother.

Tear after tear, speech after speech, flower after flower, it seemed as if the funeral would go on forever. But it only lasted one hour, ending as Troye was lowered into the ground, next to Tyler's grave as he wished. Days passed, weeks, now months. But still, nobody had known that Connor Franta, was also in love with Troye Sivan.

Now that's another story.

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