Connor
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{rewritten}
My mind is reeling, my hands shaking. The thought of doing what I'm about to do makes me want to cry but I have to. Troye deserves much more than what I unintentionally did to him, so this is what I deserve.
This is it.
I rub my palms onto my jeans, trying to make them stop sweating. I've already gotten concerned looks from strangers that need to mind their own business.
The walk to the heavily busy street was excruciatingly long. I suppose any road would do, but this one is the one that makes the most sense. The one that a lot of accidents happen on, so it'll be overlooked.
A car would probably see me, also a small truck. A semi-truck is the only solution, because they're so high up that they might not see me. It would be an accident, or it'd look like one. Perfect.
One barrels towards me, and I know this is my chance.
Here I come, Troye.
author's note:
this is it, the end. bye.
