it's been three days.
three days since I've heard my parent's last breaths. I always had an on and off relationship with them, but I never thought it would come to this. I can't register it, I just can't. I always loved them but does love really mean anything anymore?
my heart is beating out of my chest. my palms are sweaty, breaths are short. all I have to do is keep pushing myself.
"connor, you're okay."
"it's not your fault."
I can get through this. I know I can. I have to.
I'm sitting in the counselor's waiting area; I have to take counseling two days every week for about five months. pure hell on earth, right?
I killed my parents.
I killed my parents.
the sentence runs through my head a thousand times.
"connor franta killed his parents.."
that statement is true.
no one will ever know it though.
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warm undertones ・ tronnor au
Fanfiction"connor. connor franta?" "yes, troye sivan?" "do you want to be my boyfriend?" he waits a second to answer. "of course, troye."
