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by allforlams

*Connors P.O.V*

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Troye= bold
Connor= italics

I've been thinking...not about school, or friends, or family. I've actually been thinking about me, for once. My future, what I want to do, and where I want to go. Recently, due to these thoughts, I've become very isolated and trapped in my own mind. Don't get me wrong, it's nice, but it does get scary at points. I've been writing a lot more in a black, leather covered note book that I recently bought from Barnes and Nobel. There are no stories, or poems, or songs, there are only plans and dreams. Which I will soon act upon.

I grab my pencil, backpack, phone and notebook, getting into my car to go to school. Haha. Fuck this shit. I chuckle to myself, knowing what's coming.

My classes go on as usual, and rather quickly which I'm thankful for. I see Troye briefly at his locker and he smiles at me. I just turn and walk away with my head down. He just frowns and walks in the same direction as me. I rush to my car hoping to avoid any interaction with him.

"Connah," he pants as he runs up to me, "are you okay?" "I'm fine, Troye. Just go." "But-" "no, Troye, I said that I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, okay?" I growl. He takes a step back, stunned by what I had just said. I instantly feel bad. "I'm sorry." I walk away and get into my car.

My parents aren't home so I empty my backpack and start packing the essentials. Phone charger, blanket, money, sunglasses, tooth brush and tooth paste, my laptop, and laptop charger. Then I grab my cross country duffle bag and fill it with clothes and shoes. I run into my parents room, taking more money from our secret stash but leaving enough to where it isn't noticeable. I then get four bottles of water and some trail-mix.

I put everything into my car and run back into the house to retrieve pillows, and a heavier blanket. I can do this. I'll be fine. I tell myself, starting the car and checked my phone one last time before leaving. I had one text, and it was from Troye.

Where are you going?
No where, Troye, don't worry about it.
Connor, please tell me. I can't help but notice the fact that you just packed your car with a bunch of luggage.
What the hell? How do you know that?
I live across the street Connor. -.-
Are you serious? 0.0
Yes. Now I'm coming over and you're going to tell me what exactly it is that you're doing.

I groan, knowing that he's probably serious. I get out of my car and wait, seeing him walk across the street. "Connah, what's going on?" He says as he approaches me. I instantly hug him. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, Troye." "What do you mean, Con?" "I'm leaving. I have to leave. Nothing is working out anymore. I can't stay here. I have to go."

"Connor, please don't leave." I let go of him and opened my car door. "I've already made my choice."

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Hello my little Conchobar's. How are you? I hope you're doing well. So I would like to dedicate this small, but eventful, chapter to my new best friend, Jess. She lives 9,032 miles (14,532.488 kilometers) away from me and even though her and I just recently became good friends, I know that she's going to be a forever kind of friend. Ilysb, Jess. <3

I'll update again later this week. Have a great day, my little Conchobar's

~Jay <3