I come home from rehearsal to find Connor laying on the couch in our living room, empty bottles of vodka around him. My heart sinks to my stomach, I'm aware of the fact that he is miserable, but seeing him like this confirms it in an odd way that doesn't feel right. I'm torn between waking him up, or letting him sleep and meeting with Tyler alone. I know I have to wake him up, because if Connor finds out I went out with Tyler alone, he will get jealous and only feel more miserable. I sigh briefly and lean over the couch, I poke him in his flank. After a few tries he comes to life. 'mmmhhhrr' he groans. 'We gotta meet Tyler' I whisper. Connor opens his eyes, he brings his hand towards his head and rests it. He looks up at me, his eyes are loopy, 'I have a headache..' he utters. I look at him sympathetically, 'Well, how did that happen?' I ask him, sarcastically. He throws me a dead gaze and sits straight up slowly. 'Connor..' I start, 'Spare me' he interrupts. I lightly shake my head and throw him his jacket. 'Maybe you should take a mint..' I suggest while putting one in my hand. Connor sighs and snatches the mint from my hand, he isn't the most fun person to be around when he's drunk. I cross my arms, 'You know I could go alone too.' I state. Connor looks at me hesitantly, he then stands up, he staggers 'no, no I'll go with you' he says while falling down again, I catch him. 'No, you're not. Not like this' I demand. Connor sits down on the couch and rests his elbows on his knees, he covers his face with his hands. I sit down next to him, I put my arm around him. He rests his head on my chest, 'Maybe we should call Tyler and cancel..' He says, his voice is raspy. I nod, 'Yeah, but only if you talk to me, Connor' I remark. He looks up to me, and sighs. 'If I'm not a writer, then what am I?' he asks. I rest my hand on his neck and stroke it softly, 'Beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, creative, lovable, my husband..' I sum up. Connor shakes his head lightly. 'A miracle needs to happen if I ever want to be successful again..' he says in defeat, his green eyes glistening. I lock eyes with him. 'You always believed in miracles' I say. 'I don't.. anymore' his voice cracks. 'I learnt that miracles don't happen. At least, not here, and certainly not now.' It falls silent, I can feel his sadness dripping off his bones into my body, 'I'll call Tyler'.
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Traffic Lights ✓(tronnor)
Fanfiction"Every time I see a red light, a red traffic light, I just know something bad is going to happen. And it's my job to protect you" ---- I'm a dramatic bitch so be ready for some real tronnor problems, if you want to read fluff this fanfic is not for...
