Note: This was originally a fully published multi-chaptered work. However, due to personal reasons and me being weird, I've decided to move it over here. For my own reference, it had 1.k reads, 192 votes, 72 comments and was originally published on March 2nd 2015 (completed November 23rd). First three parts are edited, rest are not.
Description: Troye's been having these dreams for a while now; dreams he almost always wakes up screaming from, thrashing in a cold sweat and clawing at the sheets that feel like cages keeping him locked inside these nightmares. He's scared of his own mind and the horrifying things it conjures up in his sleep, terrified he's either going insane or predicting his own awful future.
His deepest fears are soon realized when the boy who haunts his nightmares, always trying to pull him away from the edge he's usually teetering on, walks straight out of his unconscious mind and into his daily life.
And while he tries to convince himself he's just being paranoid and making things up, Troye can't shake the feeling that his dreams might be coming true. Worse yet, he may also be falling hard for the one boy he's sworn to stay away from.
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PROLOGUE
He is screaming; loud, desperate sounds that echo hollowly across the water.
The boy is calling out to him; pleading, pained notes that barely reach his ears over the churning of the waves.
He whips towards the other when he hears it, though, and his eyes are as wild as the ocean that stretches before their feet. They both fall silent then, their gazes locking in a battle neither can afford to lose.
And then- noise.
The piercing wails of the storming sky and the angry growls of the raging tide. The breathy whisper of the trees up above, the soft hum of the rain on the rocks.
The boy is speaking now, too, but the words are drowned out by the sounds of the forest on the cliff overhead and the pleas of the ocean for them both to turn back and leave it all be. They don't reach his ears, though he can see the boy's mouth moving, so it's easy to face away from him once more and pretend he hasn't spoken.
His hands shake and his vision is a meager sense, wavering as he looks on at the singing tide that calls his name louder than the pleading boy on the shore ever could. He shifts his stance on the slippery rock below, feet sliding dangerously close to the edge. Heart pounding harder now than the water against the rocks, he looks back one more time.
"Please," the boy whispers, a sound so soft he wouldn't have known it existed if not for the moving of those gentle lips.
"I'm sorry," he replies, though they both see it for the lie that it is. The only thing he's sorry for is the fact that the other is there to see this.
The boy is crying now, soft tears that slip slowly down a face much too young to bear the weight of this.
He is smiling now, a sad tilt of the lips that have lied for so long to anyone who might care enough to listen.
A sobbing demand to come back to the shore.
He turns away.
Loud, pleading calls of his name.
He takes a deep breath.
Desperate, pained begging for him not to do this.
He steps forward.
And then- silence.
PART I
Troye
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Infinite (Troyler Works Collection)
FanfictionIncludes the one-shot Kisses, summary as follows: Troye's life can easily be documented by the kisses he gives and receives- like that gross girl on the playground when he was eight or that random guy at the party when he was fourteen. As he grows a...
