Battle Scars // Tronnor // Troye Sivan & Connor Franta *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8

"Troye?" I heard a faint call
"Troye?" I heard again

I couldn't figure out who's voice it was

"Troye?" It called again a little louder

I didn't have the energy to call back, to move, nothing. I just sat there listening to this persons cries. A part of me wanted Connor to find me, to hold me tight and tell me everything is going to be okay. While the other part of me just wanted time alone, to think, to cry, to wish this wasn't happening to me.

"Troye?" It screamed

I could hear the pain in their voice, yet still not knowing who was calling my name.
I focused my eyes on my scars, watching the blood slowing drip onto the tried up leaves beneath me, hearing those faint calls in the background. Those old scars, just being replaced by new ones. I didn't want this, but I was stuck with it.
I turned my head to the side, there was a man, crying, about 25 years old, with purple hair? Purple hair I thought for a second...
Tyler! It finally clicked. It was Tyler that was calling my name.

"Tyler" I whispered, but it just came out as more of a mumble

He turned his head, tear filled eyes looking into mine.

"Holy shit Troye!" He ran over to me pulled me into a bear hug. I winced in pain.
"Sorry" he whispered pulling me onto this lap

I grabbed my wrist, looking at my scars. He rubbed his thumb over the top of them

"I'm sorry" I whisper crying on his shoulder

"It's okay Troye, shhh" he said soothingly

"They are so disgusting"' I said still crying

"No they aren't Troye. It's okay" he said reassuringly

"Stupid ugly scars!" I screamed grabbing a hand full of Tyler's shirt

"I prefer to look at them as battle scars, because you are a fighter Troye"

I looked up to see Connor standing there, his cheeks red and puffy.

"I'll leave you too alone for a bit" Tyler said pulling me of his lap and setting me down onto the dead leaves slowly
Connor sat down, and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. He pulled a bandage out of his pocket and wrapper up my wrist, making the bleeding stop.

We starred at each other in the eyes
"I love you Troye, and I'm so so sorry for hurting you. I want to kill myself knowing that I did this to you" he said pointing to my wrist "and I will do everything in my power to make you better, but first" he said
I gave him a confused look and was about to say something but I was cut of. His lips smashed onto mine. They fit together perfectly, just a little a puzzle. We pulled away, out of breathe. I rested my forehead against his and whispered

"I love you too"

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Aye! Finally an update. Sorry this took so long.
I hope you guys enjoyed this short chapter and thank you for 700 reads!