Air ~ tronnor au

phonecalls

troye? troye, I can't come, there's just... there's things I need to do right? okay bye I guess

A voicemail. That's all Troye gets from Connor. Not an excuse, just a few words. Just a few words whispered into a phone like they wouldn't make the other person shake. Like they didn't completely throw everything off. Like they didn't matter.

Troye face creased up in frustrated confusion. It was moments like this that made him question himself. This boy clearly didn't care about him. He'd be wrong to trust someone again. That's what broken promises do, they twist your mind into thinking everyone is the same and that everyone will always break you down. 

He stared down at the fading coffee stains on the table. They were meaningless, made little difference in anyone's life but, stupidly I know, they made him think of Connor because of course, its always the little things that cause the most pain, like little pricks of a needle. There's no escaping them either because they will always be there. They were small details that you thought were cute that suddenly seem so much more prominent and more importantly, inescapable. 

It was such a small amount of time that Troye had known Connor, it shouldn't have been enough to effect Troye like this. This wasn't normal, for most people to be affected like this they would have to have known the person for a while longer than just a week. No one had ever made such an impact on Troye's mind and he didn't like it, not one bit . Objects shouldn't be able to make his mind bend like this, shouldn't be able to bring up hurt feelings with little meaning behind them and certainly shouldn't be able to throw him off into this infatuated state.

I'll never understand how things became this fucked up so quickly. People go from being so sure of themselves to suddenly being a mess of confused and withheld feelings. 

Troye swung his legs out from underneath the table and left the wretched coffee shop without making any sort of effect on anyone else. It was back to how it had always been, back to what he hated and what he was used to. He was invisible, no one important, he didn't matter to anyone, not on this side of the world at least. 

A situation like that couldn't not take a toll on someone, Troye had fallen in a numb state, a constant blue. The problem was, those afternoons spent in Connor's apartment had begun to make him believe that maybe he was wrong, maybe other people had felt like this and maybe people could take notice of him. But just like every other time, Troye found himself proven wrong. Connor, just like the rest of humanity, had broken his promise. He was just the same as everyone else. If you've ever thought a broken promise is meaningless, I hope you've been proven wrong. Too much of humanity is deceiving. 

He cried alone as he began to make his way back to his apartment but being alone wasn't anything he wasn't used to. I guess he had just been given too much hope that that might change. 

 I know what you're thinking now, Connor's an asshole and while in any other situation I would agree, don't be so quick to judge. I know Connor may seem like a stable person most of the time but really is anyone?

That day Connor had woken up sightly apprehensive but excited to see Troye. His morning had carried on in that same fashion as he worked on his photography projects to fill his time, anxiously trying to distract from his afternoon plans. Unfortunately, this didn't continue as smoothly as it started off. Connor received a phone call barely moments before he was meant to leave to go meet Troye and the events of that day quickly took a turn.  

Now this may seem over dramatic, but I've seen people drop to their knees because of the words spoken down a telephone line. This phone call in particular wasn't quite as dramatic as that but it certainly wasn't something that anyone wanted to have to be put through. The caller? Bethany Mota.