Past: Tronnor

Chapter 20

***Troye's P.O.V.***

I wait until I can no longer see Connor's plane until I decide to leave. I walk out of the airport feeling as if I've lost something. I feel I've lost something that was critical to my life. I've only known him a few days, but there's over those days I've discovered so much about myself, and about him.

It's amazing how quickly feelings develop.

I get back to my car and just sit there for a few minutes. I sit and wonder what my next move is. I could drive home, I could go visit my parents, I could stop at a fast-food place.

I'm much to out of my mind to think that Connor Franta world renounced fashion magazine designer would ever text or call me again. I'm sure he has these flings all the time. Male models all the time come begging at his knees to tell them their sob stories and then they pour their hearts out to him. He tells them the same "secret" that they promise to keep, and that they do. Then he leaves. He leaves and they never hear from him again.

I decide to visit my parents. I haven't seen them and they are probably feeling much better. I take the route to the hospital and call Tyde quickly to tell him I'm going to visit Mum and Dad.

When I walk into the waiting room I look at the depressed faces. There's a young girl in the corner with light brown hair falling past way past her shoulders. Her face is in her hands but I can see she's young from her petite figure and choice of clothing.

She's crying, I know it. I want to go over and comfort her but I don't know what to say. I look to see no one around her so I walk slowly over. I wouldn't normally do something like this but I almost feel obligated to go over to this complete stranger and comfort her.

I sit down next to her, she still makes no movement to look up.

"Um... Hi" She's still crying but she removes her hands and looks up at me.

"Who are you?" She says in monotone.

"I'm Troye, Troye Sivan, I- I just saw you crying and wanted to try and comfort you" I shouldn't have come over here, I'm probably doing the exact opposite of helping her.

"Why thank you. I need it." she sighs and for the first time I make actual eye contact with her.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"I can't just spill out information to a complete stranger" she states, which, is in fact true.

"Ok I'll tell you this. I'm here for my parents, I'm 20 years old, and I am in fact homosexual" I regret saying anything. Damn it Troye you just had to say your gay. Just yell it to the whole hospital why don't you?

"Really? That's nice. My names Kayla" She adds more happiness to her tone but I can still see the hurt in her eyes as much as she tries to be positive.

"Nice to meet you Kayla, would you like to say anything else about yourself?"

"I'll save that for another day, but I appreciate the thought of you coming over here to try and make me feel better" she puts emphasis on the word "Try".

"Not a problem, you're very pretty by the way" She smiles for the first time since I've seen her.

"Thanks" I can see by her facial expressions how much that meant to her.

"May I see your phone, for just a second?" She questions.

"Um... sure but don't go on any of my apps and especially tumblr or my camera roll thanks" I hand her my un-passcoded phone and she immediately goes and types something.

Seconds later she hands it back to me.

"Now you can text me and call whenever and we can share our secrets to complete strangers, that being each other"