Different || Troyler AU

EPILOGUE ONE

I scream and David's arms unwrap from me as I run towards Troye who is now on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him.

"No! Troye please don't go I love you I love you I love you don't please!" I cry and my voice cracks.

I cry against his chest as I feel his chest rise and fall for the last time before he goes flat, I look to see his eyes closed as blood seems to drip over his eyelids.

I hear another gunshot go off behind me but I don't care, all I care about is Troye.

My boyfriend.

My best friend.

The live if my life.

he's gone.

I pull him to my chest and cry into his hair as I seem to choke on my sobs.

He can't be gone.

He can't be.

Not when he actually wanted to stay!

I hear an ambulance pull up but it all goes In a blur, I feel them take him from me and put him in a stretcher. I watch as they shake there heads and put a white cloth over him. I see some girls from school all crying together like they knew him. Like he actually mattered to them. I see people try and talk to me try and get me to talk to them but I block it all out. Only seeing Troye will make this okay. I stare into nothingness and I seem to be on the steps of school now with my mum next to me hugging me to which I don't return. I feel completely numb to it all because Troye-my Troye- is gone. I let out a loud sob and a huge rumble happens from afar but I don't flinch, I don't do anything, I just sit there. Because the only true love that I've ever known is gone. I will never love again like I loved him, I feel like I'll never be happy again.

Not without him.

Not without Troye.

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{{one month later}}

I flinch when my name is called to say my speech at troye's funeral.

A coffin is lying at the front of the seats, a small stand with a microphone is standing just to the left of it.

I get up and make my way towards the stand where the pastor patted my arm with a pitiful look.

I stand up and look over the crowd, everyone is crying, the boys all sitting together crying, theirs Troye's mum and dad and his siblings that he'll never get to know, some people from school, David, Zoe, Alfie and Joe, The ones that stand out to me is all the rows and rows of demons who never knew him but still are here all sitting and paying there condolences cause he set them free.

I look at my now black wings for a moment before closing my eyes and opening them again.

"It's been a few months since it happened, since Troye died, and I haven't been able to let myself cry, he wouldn't want me too. All the times I caught him crying alone in his room I would start to cry but he always brushed away my tears and told me never to cry, even though he was sitting there crying himself. He always cared about everyone else before caring about himself. Never once did I hear him tell me about his problems cause to him they weren't that big. But they where. With a past like Troye's it was only a matter of time before it caught up to him, I just only wished it wouldn't kill him. He had tried to kill himself more times than I could count, but the amazing thing was he always kept on a smile even if that smile was fake. A week before this all happened he told me that for the first time since he could remember he didn't want to die, he actually wanted to live. But I guess that how this fucked up world works huh? When someone is finally starting to be happy again it all gets taken away with a click of gods fingers. I like to think that Troye was too amazing to live on this earth so that's why he had to go. He was too perfect to live among such imperfect beings. I will never be able to put into words how much I loved him-love him- but Troye was the bravest person I knew, always pushing through everything that came his way, and although he tried to end it too many times to count he still came out of it stronger evertime. I loved him with every fibre in my body and I always will. Nothing will change the way I think of him. From the first time I saw him in the hallways from running into him I knew I wanted to get to know him. It will always be a privilege to have known him, to have loved him. It's a little ironic isn't it? When he was starting to get better and started actually wanting to live he dies. He was the light in this dark place and now that light has been blown out. I guess it will always pay to be different."

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I got a lot of hateful comments on the last chapter AND YES HOW DARE I? But seriously it was always coming. I planned out the storyline from the start so don't kill me.

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One more chapter after this btw.

S.