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tyranny

it was a sticky sensation, one that seemed to swallow connor whole

his body felt warm

his breathing unsteady

his hands clammy

his hair damp

there seemed to be an unsettling air between the two boys who stood in front of each other in a dark room in the middle of some building located in the middle of no where

"speak" the taller of the two said

"I can't"

"why not"

"you take the words right out of me"

connor hated admitting weakness but beauty is power and connor was in the presence of someone who had it while he definitely did not

and troye knew

he knew connor wasn't beautiful

he knew he wasn't everyone's first choice

that's why he didn't pick him either

he only kept him for midnight make out sessions and moments like that night, were they'd stand in front of each other for hours

not touching

not talking

not moving

looking was enough and it was in those moments that connor felt poetic

it was in those moments that connor felt his best

because he was used to feeling powerless, used to feeling ugly and in troyes presence he felt worse

but he loved it

it was okay

because troye knew

for some reason because troye knew he was breaking connor piece by piece it made the pain so much more bearable

so that's what happened

connor broke and it only took 17 years

17 years of doubt

17 years of sadness

17 years of tyranny

and then he was gone

and the worst part ?

he was never fully conscious

not even once

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