He walked out of the room, clicking the glass door shut with shaking fingers. He had tears forming in his eyes as the memories from that night painted at every edge and crease of his brain.
The memories after the party that haunted him.
He turned his head to face the dark sky with his beautiful blues. He smiled weakly and exhaled a shaking breath. He looked down to his slim legs, once unbruised and clean, once soft and pale. His legs were now covered in the aftermath of the man he hated. He switched his gaze to his pink skirt resting upon his thighs. It was still the lightest of pinks and still had the cute plaited pattern around it, the only thing Troye could not stand was the stains on it. The stains also gifted to him by that man.
It was currently early in the am hours and Troye was walking his way to the edge of the balcony of the highest floor in this building. The actions with that man and Troye only happened around an hour ago, he left, leaving Troye naked and afraid on the floors of a hotel room, to think about everything.
But the thing is, Troye didn't want to think, especially not about what he has experienced. It was all to much for the poor boy. During that small time alone on the floor he went a little crazy. He suddenly stood to his feet, letting blood and other liquids drip down from his body as he dressed himself in the clothing he met Connor in, not even a day before.
He wanted to stop thinking, that's all. So
he made his way out of the room and up the stairs to the top floor of this building. He was now standing at the edge, still gazing at the stars, blurred because of tears.
He loved stars, though he never really knew why. He held his breath and gripped onto the metal bar, putting his weight onto his arms. He looked down.
What a pretty sight, he though as his eyes skimmed over the beautiful street below, cars speeding past and a few street lights lit. He wanted to be apart of that pretty sight.
He closed his eyes, pale fingers gripping tighter and tighter to the metal railing protecting him from falling, he wanted the railing gone. He let out a long heavy breath and lifted his left leg over the metal bar, a gush of wind going up his skirt and brushing past his skin only to remind him that that skin was no longer clean. It had been used far to many times, it was disgusting. He dipped his other leg over the bar, gripping onto it with both hands for his dear life, literally.
He didn't want to end on a bad note, nobody does, so he tried to think about something, anything.
A happy thought.
He couldn't find one, everything was clouding though his mind too fast, it was speeding and buzzing.
Buzzing.
His phone was buzzing. He hesitantly reached to his pocket to pick up his phone only to see he was getting a call from an unknown number.
"He-hello?" Troye stuttered out, swinging his legs softly.
"And this number happens to belong to the boy with stars for eyes, correct?" The voice said with a glint of happiness though the phone. It made Troye smile.
At least he had a happy thought to think of now.
"Yes this is I, the boy with stars for eyes, yet I only see dull, disgusting blue." Troye replied to Connor.
"How could one possibly say that?" A gasp was heard coming from Connor.
"Look Connor, what do you want, I'm kind of busy?" Troye said, changing his tone into a more serious matter.
"Woah, someone's in a mood. Why do I have to need something? isn't a man aloud to talk?" Connor asked and you could pretty much hear the rolling of Troyes eyes.
"Unless I interrupted something? Your voice sounds a little broken and shit, are you in the middle of having sex?" Connor asked teasingly.
Troye huffed and replayed with a drawn out "no."
"Ah I see, I was only joking. But seriously, why is your voice all shaky?" Connor asked with concern. Troye took a deep breath, wondering if he should tell Connor everything, or would that be too much? Troye thought.
"Do you really wanna know?" He broke the silence, asking Connor.
"You don't need to say anything my dear, how about you tell me in person?" Connor asked timidly, Troye lifted his brow and tilted his head.
"Maybe we could meet up and have a coffee, you can tell me then." Connor continued.
"Are you asking me on a date at this ungodly hour while I'm literally sat here contemplating if I should let go and fall right to my death as we speak?" Troye rushed out only just realising what he said.
Connor was silent but he was not surprised.
"And why would someone as pretty as you want to experience the pain of falling to their death?" Connor asked, raising his brows from the other end of the line.
"3pm Connor. We can talk then." Troye said back to Connor, hanging up and shoving his phone back in his pocket. He was left now to think even more then before.
Troye now had a choice. A choice that will determine life or death for him. Was he going to do it? Connor thought.
But something happened that made the fear and butterflies disappear from Connors body. Troye hopped down with a sigh and walked back into the building and switched off the lights. He slept that night, still thinking and thinking and thinking. He still wanted it to stop, but now at least he could save the thought. The thought of Connor, for next time when he decided he was going to stick with his plan and jump.
Connor was interested in Troye, he wanted to know more about him. About why he was at that party, why he wears skirts, why he always came of as weak and small and fragile when in reality, he was stronger than one might think.
Connor was just glad Troye didn't jump and he now had a chance to get to know the boy with stars for eyes.
tomorrow, 3pm he would get to see those starry eyes once again.
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sry this kinda sucks ou nu but hey hi how r u guys I'm good I'm great thank for asking
ok so I'm in Australia and have been here for over idk two weeks now I think lol but omg it's so nice here and last week I literally biked over 40kms in like 3 days tf I don't do that shit but ya idk what I'm saying now so here is a shortish chapter idk there is probably spelling and typos and shit but fuck u I don't care ok bye
Also last night I went to see fireworks off of Sydney harbour and it was so pretty and ALSO FUCK ME IN THE ASS TROYE TWEETED ME SAYINF THAT HE TOD A SWEDE HE ESTS NEWSPAPER WTF IMM SO DEAD OK BYE FUCKERS IM SRRY THIS STORY IS SO BAD AHH
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angel ; tronnor
Fanfictionhe was an angel, not from heaven though. he was sent straight from the deep depths of hell, what he went through was nothing godly or to be associated with heaven.
