Connor stared at the screen, and his hands started to shake. Did Tyler really tell him? Or was this just a coincidence?
He pressed the answer button, and raised the phone up to his ear.
"H-hello?" Connor stuttered.
"Hey Connor!" Troye said enthusiasticly with his adorable Australian accent.
"Hi! What's up?" Connor said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
"Well, Tyle-"
"Troye, look. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told Tyler, I should have known. You probably like him anyways, you should have him. I shouldn't have ever trusted him. Ugh I probably ruined our friendship." He was starting to cry, and he hated himself so much at that point.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Troye said with concern in his voice.
"You know what I'm talking about Troye,"
"I legit do not Connor. I was just going to tell you that Tyler is able to go to Italy with us this summer. But what were you talking about?"
Shit, Connor thought.
"U-uh-uhhm well," Connor choked out.
"Wait, Connor.... Do you like me?"
"Umm.....ye-yeah?" He said softly.
"Oh. Okay. Um... I'll see you at playlist. Bye," he said, and then the line went silent. Connor groaned In his pillow. He had just been rejectes. By one of his best friends.
*trigger warning*
He somehow was able to gather the energy to stand up off his couch, and he walked to his bathroom. It was now 3 AM, and his heart felt like it had been stomped on, and it was the worst feeling imaginable. He opened a cabinet and picked up a blade from one of the shelves. He had never tried this before, but maybe it was a good way to take his anger out. He wouldn't be doing anything bad to others, right?
He stared at the blade, and then he pulled up his sleeve. His skin had no marks on it, until he took the blade and dragged it across his wrist. He flinched at the pain, but then he rested, and started to feel different. He didn't know what this feeling was called. His heart was shattered. Was he... Broken? He made 3 more cuts, being satisfied with the marks that were left there. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
He looked in the mirror and cringed at the sight of himself. His eyes were puffy and swollen, and tears stained his cheeks.
He wrapped up his arms, and walked to his bedroom. He layed there. Bad thoughts were popping into his mind rapidly, and he couldn't take it. He closed his eyes with force, and after a while he fell asleep.
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