tronnor one shots

goodbye my love

[ triggering: suicide, self harm etc ]

Connor had just left his boyfriend Troye at his apartment to go to a meeting about his book, A Work In Progress.

He was sad that he had to leave Troye; all he wanted to do was stay home and cuddle him. But he also wanted to go talk about more ideas for the book with his manger Andrew.

* * *

Troye sat back at Connors apartment in the silence. The only sound was the television, which wasn't loud at all.

"I'm sorry, Connie" Troye whispered to himself.

Troye has been very depressed recently, and to make things worse; Troye has been having suicidal thoughts.

He grabbed a price of paper and scribbled down a letter to his lovely boyfriend.

Dear Connor,
I love you more than words can
describe. You'll always been my one true love; you are an amazing guy and I love you so much. Recently I haven't been the happiest of people and I don't want to be a burden in your life.
I will always love you, my kitten. But I think it's time I stop suffering. My heart will always belong with you; never forget that.
I love you Connor, forever and always.
- Troye.

Troye left the note on the table and walked into the bathroom, looking into the mirror and at his reflection.
He hated what he seen, the ugly gave looking back at him.

He grabbed a hold of Connors shaving razor and ripped the blade out of it.
Glancing up at his reflection again, Troye lightly pressed the blade against his skin; the blade dragging across his skin. The blade causing scratches on his wrists.
It was like Troye was teasing himself [in a none sexual way]

Soon the blade cut deeper into the Australians skin; causing the blood to fall out from under his flesh.
Troye continued to make eye contact with himself in the mirror, not wanting to look down.

*    *    *

Troye grabbed his phone and texted Connor.

Troye:
I want you to know that I love you &
nothing can change that.

Troye:
I'll miss you my baby.

Troye:
I love you.

Troye started to cry when he locked his phone and placed it on the table.

-

Troye walked into the washroom and held the knife towards his neck.
Without touching his skin, troye marked where he was going to do it. A couple inches above his collarbone, almost in the centre of his neck.

He could have sworn he heard his phone goes off in the other room but he knew that if he answered it, that he would tell Connor what he was going to do and Connor would come running home. Then more problems.

-

(What the text read)

From Connor:
You'll miss me? Where are you going??
Babe, I'll be home in 20 minutes. I'll see you soon.

-

Troye held his breath as he ran the knife over his skin. Soon his vision became blurry, blood pooled out onto the floor of the bathroom.

Soon the knife dropped out of Troyes hands and onto the floor, Troye not far behind; falling onto the floor & blacking out.

* * *

Connor walked into his apartment, something felt really off; the air felt heavier then normal.
A blade sat on the table, blood stains marked across the piece of metal.

Connor started to panic.

"Troye?!" Connor called out.

No answer.

"TROYE?" Connor called again.

Connor ran towards the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks when he saw blood underneath the bathroom door.
Connors heart started to race, tears filled his eyes.

"Troye!" Connor yelled, fear in his voice.

He opened the door to see his boyfriend unconscious on the floor; blood surrounding him.

"TROYE!" Connor cried, running to his boyfriends side.

Connor cried and cried- staring at his pale, bloody boyfriend.

"Please wake up, Tro" Connor cried.

The big gash on his throat continued to bleed out.

- - -

Hours passed and Connor just sat in the bathroom, right beside Troye.
Connor kept crying.

"I love you, Troye" Connor held Troyes hand in his.

Connor sighed, tears causing his vision to go blurry.

"Goodnight my love"
Connor kissed Troyes forehead.

I hate myself for writing this.

I wanna cry so bad.

I'm sorry..