MISTAKES 2 (Tronnor fanfic)

#9 Cry For Me?

CONNORS POV

I woke up to the front door clicking closed and forced myself to sit on the cold, empty bed. I was getting used to this. No-one was beside me. Like there used to be.

"T-Troye?" I groaned whisper-yelling trough the small crack of out bedroom door and I heard someone huffing harshly. A sharp pain pierced my mind and my heart as I saw an silhouette in the door, opening it and crying quietly.
Small sobs filled the air and I started feeling really horrible.
Troye is just human.
Troye is my husband.
I need to help him.

I sushed quietly as I saw Troye sitting on the edge of the bed I sat on, half under the soft covers.

"Shhhh... It'-it's okay honey... I'm here...." I wrapped my arms around the trembling mans waist and pulled him to lay down with me, facing my chest as I held him close to me.

His face burried into my chest and he gripped his arms in front of his torso, as I kept him safe from this cruel world we live in.

I have seen all the bad things this man was causing. I was so blinded by the worst things that I couldn't see him.
He was broken.

I helped him take off his shirt that had soaked in the rain and placed a gentle kiss on this sobbing mans forehead. His wet curls lied on his forehead, almost covering his closed eyes.

"I-I-I-p-plea-ase... He-elp... M-m-me..." He sobbed as I held him even tighter against me, my arms still wrapped around his torso, making small circular moves on his spine. Troye cut down with the sobbing soon. I felt him shiver of the movements I made and heard him sigh deeply as of all the crying and lack of breath he had.

He was a
Monster?
Mess. A huge, adorable, tired mess.

I watched him huff against my chest as his figure became more and more relaxed. Soon all the tension left Troyes broken body, and all I could feel was his tears drying against my skin, his grip loosen at my chest and his body fall into the deep sleep he needed.

I pressed my lips against his hair. I felt the cold air from the room vanish and it filled with pity and homesickness. Although he was home here.

"I would never hate you." I whispered and hugged him tight.

This beautiful man of mine.
He was sleeping in my arms. He was crying against my body.

Right now I didn't care of anything else but him.
That he was okay.

"Never in a thousand years."

💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔❤️💔
Okay. I know. I hate me too.
I haven't again posted anything.

But that is because I feel so useless in every way possible.
I am just a huge failure.

Well, hope all of you are having a good life.
Bye.
Ida.