Past: Tronnor

Chapter 48

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

"What are you doing here?" My breath was shaky and my voice cracked as I said the words.

"I won't hurt you."

It was needed for him to make that clarification, because I was deathly afraid that's what he came here for. But, when he was speaking he sounded... normal. He didn't slur his wording. His words came soft and sweet.

"Tyler, you didn't answer my question."

I hadn't ever guessed it would be Tyler. I thought we were done. For good. I didn't want to see him anymore, I didn't need to see him anymore. I was happy as I was living my life now and I didn't need him to come back into my life and screw it up.

"I came to say I'm sorry." He stood up from my bed, as when I arrived he was sitting on it. "I really, really am."

"Sorry doesn't cut it" I hissed. "Tyler. I've been through years, YEARS of your abuse and torture, and all you say is sorry?!"

I began to raise my voice. He thought he could come back into my life and everything would be ok. He fucking thought wrong.

"Troye, I didn't know what I was doing" he grabbed my hands and placed them in his, not in a rough way, but in a genuine way. "I love you."

I looked at him through my eyes that were beginning to become glassy and tear filled. I looked into his face, it was back to as it was before he started drinking.

This is what I always wanted. I always wanted him back. I always wanted him back to the way he was before. But why is it so hard for me to take this?

"Well..." I lifted my hands from his and put them at my sides. "I loved you"

He looked down at the ground, not brave enough to make eye contact.

"It's him isn't it?" I looked to see Tyler's heartbroken expression.

"Who?" I asked, I shouldn't have though.

"Connor." He went over to my dresser and picked up the picture that I had framed of Connor and I.

"How do you know him?" I asked, confused. I waited for a response as I watched him admire the picture of us.

"I used to know him." He shrugged. "There's also the fact that he's a world famous fashion designer and magazine artist."

"Oh" I scratched the back of my neck, I should've thought of that before. "Right, I forgot." I paused for moment, collecting what Tyler had said. "What do you mean you used to know him?"

"We used to hang out sometimes, remember how I lived in Minnesota"

Before Tyler had moved to California, he lived in Minnesota. He had told me this before but we hadn't ever discussed our lives prior to moving to California.

"Yea, but..." I had so many more questions to ask him.

"Not my story to tell, you can ask him sometime" he avoided the conversion and put the picture back down.

"Listen, I know that your happy with Connor. I don't want to create a huge shitstorm for you. Troye, just remember I love you, I always have, me, Tyler Oakley, has always loved Troye Sivan. Drunk Tyler did too, he just didn't show it."

"Drunk Tyler has a shitty way of loving someone" I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yes. I'm aware. That's why I sobered up. I did it for you, but when I did, I started to see the world, and I realized that you had moved on. I'm still learning how to do that."