Past: Tronnor

Chapter 34

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

There hadn't been a date as perfect as that one in a long while. I was certain that wasn't going to be our last date.

Once we arrived back to my house and we were settled down in our separate beds ready to sleep I was almost immediately asleep with dreams of our future filling my mind.

I sleep peacefully during the night but then soon enough I awake in the dreaded morning.

Today is the day I have to drag myself to a funeral in black and listen to people opon people reciting their memories from papers they had written over the past few days. Tears will be shed, tissues will be used, makeup will be running down faces.

When I walk down the hallway of my home in my pajamas Tyde is the first one I see. Unlike me, he's already dressed, a black button down shirt and black dockers, as you would dress for a funeral service.

"It's going to be a tough day today" He puts his hands in his pockets and looks at the ground.

"Yea" I look down at the ground along with him. "Yea it will be." We stand in silence before I look back up to him. He turns away without another word.

I go back to my room to get dressed and brush my teeth. I'm feel to sick about the entire day to even eat so I decide to just skip breakfast, not even coffee can help me in this state.

I mope around the house as does the rest of my family. We look like the most depressing family in the world to be quite honest.

Connor's been up offering to make breakfast left and right, he must have seen our sorrows so he decided to be extra nice today. Nonstop he's been comforting and everytime I would walk by him he would say "hello Troye!". I'm assuming it was to cheer me up but he should've known it wouldn't work.

When Sage, Tyde, and my dad are all in their rooms Connor and I sit and I twiddle my thumbs while I can see him, out of the corner of my eye, looking at me sympathetically.

"Troye." He says almost like he's about to cry himself. "This probably is a bad time to bring this up..."

Nothing good ever comes from anyone's mouth after saying those words. I can't handle bad news from Connor at a moment like this. It would just about be the last straw.

"What?" I say angered he would bring up bad news.

"I really want to stay with you... but..." he hesitates to say anything. I subtly cross my fingers hoping he's not abut to say anything bad. All I need is him to stay for a few more hours at the least. Then he continues talking, but I wish he hadn't. "I have to go back to New York."

I almost flip. Not almost. I do. He knows how much I'm hurting and to leave me just broke my heart completely.

"At a time like this?" I start out somewhat calm.

"Troye I'm sorry, it's crazy down at the headquarters." He looks at me with extreme guilt.

He can't even stop worrying about the magazine for a second. It's like the magazine is his husband or something and he can't stand the thought of other people doing it when he's not there.

"You can't go three fucking days without worrying about that magazine!" I spit at him. Does he not know I need him now the most?

"Troye, calm down, that's my job, That's what I do for a living!" He stands up from sitting next to me and looks down at me with frustration.

I would've continued to yell at him but I just couldn't. I wasn't in the mood for this. I couldn't take this.

"I understand. I understand perfectly well. I can see that your job is more important than me, and it always will be. Even when I have to grieve over the death of my own mother work comes first for you." I say with disgust at him.