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slow motion

Prompt: Troye and Connor go to an amusement park

I suppose it was to be simple. A day of fun. A get away.

We had been dating for about two years, future plans made, all our firsts already out the window.

We were hopelessly in love, our relationship still new, you were still beautiful. But I guess you always will be.

The day started out okay. We packed bags of food and water bottles, sunscreen and sunglasses. Everything you need for a day of fun at a local amusement park.

It wasn't too big, the biggest thing there being the Sky Rocket. It was a big coaster with two loops and speeds so fast that my sister passed out on it when we were kids.

The Magic Carpet ride, what we rode first, wasn't as fast as I remembered it being but you laughed so hard that it was even better than high speeds. Your body was pushed against mine do to wind force and you clenched my hand so tight I thought id loose circulation. I didn't care.

The log ride, what we rode next, ended up ruining your new converse and the pout that set your lips was nothing short of adorable. I felt bad, but as soon as the second drop went, the one that ruined not only your shoes but now your new phone, you didn't care anymore. Your eyes rolled back as you screamed and I remember loving the sound of your laugh as the ride came to a stop.

I tried to apologize about your ruined stuff and I remember you telling me that it was just materialistic things and that the joy you were feeling was so much more important. I called you cheesy. You called me baby.

The next ride after that was bumper boats, and I remember you almost crying as we waited In line. You, a 23 year old man, crying over a water ride that you were in control of. What if the waters really deep or you don't see me fall in and run me over? You had pleaded but I dragged you to the front anyway. You thanked me after, said it was the best ride we had been on so far.

Then we had stopped for lunch and I remember you scolding me for buying ice cream. You said it would make me puke, said I needed real food in my system. You didn't say I told you so when I got off of the marry-go-round and threw up all the chocolate substances and I remember mentally thanking you. I regret not saying it aloud.

We made our way to mini golf, and I remember picking the pink golf ball and you scolding the work attendee when he gave me a dirty look for it. I remember falling a bit more in love with you then.

The scolding quickly went away when you got on the plastic green wonderland. You ran from whole to whole and despite being the loser of the game, you were never any good at mini golf, you were so happy to be playing.

Everything went down hill from there. The next thing you wanted to do was get on the Sky Rocket. It was not something I wanted to do, but you pleaded, practically begged for me to get on. I remember standing in the line scared shitless because anything could happen while we were in the air. But I got on any way because i loved you.

We got on, laid the bar over our laps. I remember jiggling it and asking the attendee if it could go any tighter. They said no. You held my hand and gave me a squeeze, your smile big and hopeful, and I recall thinking I was glad that I let you convince me on. The feeling quickly left.

You screamed when the coaster took off and I remember almost laughing at the sight of you. Your hair wild and your eyes so wide I thought they'd fall out. And then when the first loop came and went and you started laughing and the second one came and you abruptly stopped  I should have known something was wrong.

As if it was never buckled at all the bar suddenly flew off and I remember your hand, as if we were in slow motion, slowly start to slip from mine. We were upside down, my foot caught to the ride by the laces, and you were falling straight to the earth like a anchor in the ocean. Just like that I had lost you.

When the ride came to a stop back at the plate form we got on at  I remember ripping my foot out of my shoe and running down to where I assumed you fell. I wish I wouldn't of.

There you were, your head the wrong way and your legs tangled together. The amount of blood seeping from your clothes was overwhelming and I remember falling to my knees and letting out a scream so blood curling loud that all the previous joyful ones you'd released would have been jealous.

As if you were a tv show on repeat the moment circled my mind. The absolute fear on your face as you fell like the red head form Spider-Man two. The scream I thought you'd make, still stuck in your throat.

Time to go home sir, i remember them saying when I still hadn't moved from where I sat on my knees. Your body had been taken hours before. They grabbed at my shoulders and I remember screaming again, one I imagine you wished you could have used while falling from my grasp, and pushing them away.

When I eventually left, my mother picking me up and forcing me to go home, I got a call.

"We hate to inform you of what you already know but it's procedure. Your er-friend?- Connor Franta has died. He went instantly, as soon as he hit. How would you like to dispose of the body?"

And I screamed again. I shoved the phone at my mother and ran to our room in tears. You were gone. It was official. And the last thing you felt was either pain or my hand and I wish so badly to know which.

It's been two years. Today's our anniversary, not the one of your death, but of the day you asked me out.

Now I wish I had said no.
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I'm back.

And sorry for that, I just needed to get it out of my system. We just found out that my cousin was in an accident similar to this and I don't really know how to handle the news so I'm writing. I hope you guys aren't to upset, the next oneshot will be happy I promise.

best regards, Baylee.

(I wrote this in ten minutes don't judge)