falling; a tronnor au

The Rain; Oh Wonder

"Ever since the rain, I've been living days too slow; lie around and wait for a heart I used to know."

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"I'm really, really sorry."

"I know."

Connor sighed, hanging up yet another phone call. He'd talked to Ben, trying to milk some information out of him. So far, he'd gotten some details.

1. Ben and Tyde were very close, and Ben came over a lot when he was in Australia (and vice versa in the US).

2. Ben filmed and edited the video of Connor and him/Troye.

3. Ben was doing this for somebody else, not himself.

Who it was, Connor still couldn't figure out.

Almost a week had passed. Connor took down the fake video, and made sure that Tyde logged out of all his accounts (and deleted any history-- just in case). Connor had also tried contacting Troye, but with no luck.

"I'm sorry, Troye," Connor whispered, reluctantly clicking the sign out button.

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"I guess I lost the light, now I've given all my love to you."

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Useless pieces of paper piled up by the trash can. Words that would never become lyrics. Unwritten works of art.

Frustrated, Troye chucked another one of the paper balls into the trash, missing by a few inches and hitting the door instead.

A man bent down to pick it up. "Littering, eh?"

"You can throw it away." Troye glared at the man, who turned out to be Tyler.

Tyler shrugged, placing the paper at the top of Troye's mountainous pile of trash. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why are you here?"

"Well, Steele and I were going to go to the Trevor Project event, but he said that he'd be late. It's not far from here, so Mama said we could meet outside your flat. Hey, Blessing." Tyler turned, waving at the man at the doorway. Blessing shot him a wary look before turning and walking into his own room.

"How did you get in?"

"You told me about your spare, remember?"

"When?"

"Uh-- never mind," Tyler shook it off. "I heard about the..." His voice trailed off.

"The what?"

"The Connor thing."

Troye winced. That hurt more than it should've. "Oh."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"I know."

"C'mere. Give Mama a hug," Tyler piped, embracing the skinny boy.

Troye knew he should've felt something, said thanks, smiled, but all he could think about was Connor. His smile, his eyes, his hair, his lips... The boy could almost taste them. He missed it all.

But he'd called it off.

Tyler was still hugging him, almost as if he were trying to make him feel something. Take his mind off of Connor, off of everything. To feel love again.

That was impossible, because Connor had all of Troye's love.

He should've felt something in that hug.

He felt nothing.

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