I'm driving. It's a strange feeling to drive a car in the states. Connor is curled up in the passenger seat his breath going steady. Strange feelings over come me. I'm happy to be here but at the same time I'm sad cause I'm about to leave him. I don't want to leave but I have to. Not only is it getting more obvious every hour we spend together but I need to get back home. I'm always gonna miss someone either it's Connor or my family. Having homes on two separate continents always leads to missing the one home. The radio is on and I softly sing along. Carefully not to wake Connor. This morning had been stressful enough for him. At the last breakfast we ate at the Franta household Connor told his parents that he had decided to officially come out by making a video for his channel which led to a discussion about Connors privacy and that he didn't have to tell the internet everything. Of cause their were concerned about their sons safety but I couldn't shake the feeling off that there was some different reason behind this discussion. It felt more like disapproval than concern. Like they were disappointed that he choose a life full of creativity reather than become a doctor like his father. I slowly took a sip of my coffee that is keeping me from parking at a random motel and cuddle closely at Connor and sleep some hour as well. We've been driving the last twelve hours strait and there was almost halve of the route still infront of us. Connor shifts in his seat. Sleeping in a car is the most uncomftable place to sleep in. I'm so thankful when we are back at his apartment and can cuddle up in his bed spending the last days together doing nothing.

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FanfictionFictional Tronnor story beginning in Sydney... Basically I try to stick as close as possible to the real events.