blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

a miserable thing

prompt: you wanna die and that makes me sad bc god you're so beautiful

The heat sears Connor's face as he looks through the smoke, trying to find his best friend in the flames. The skinny jeans he's wearing constrict his movements more than they should, but there's a thought in the back of his mind that it's not just the jeans. It's the fire flicking sparks into his way, the smoke curling in front of him, the possibility of two lives being lost today.

It's a Friday, a Friday Connor's supposed to be apologizing, not potentially dying.

He barges into Troye's bedroom, seeing his thin body to be sitting on the mattress coughing. Connor can see his spine through his grey T-shirt as he bends over and curls in on himself. It's just like that time Connor found Troye crying in his room and he spent the afternoon holding back his tears for him. Except now, both coughs and sobs rack Troye's body.

The house is in flames, barely standing as Connor tries to save Troye from ultimate destruction. The rest of the Mellet family is away on holiday, but Troye stayed behind. He was too torn up over Connor to go and decided just to stay back. This wasn't the smartest move.

"Troye?!" Connor says before another cough rips his throat further. Wide eyes snap up and meet Connor's and he can see the redness of them.

"Con..."

Connor rushes forward and grabs Troye up into a hug, sobbing into his neck as the flames around them are temporarily forgotten. He squeezes Troye, not ready to expose him again to the burning world yet.

"We have to go," Connor says as he tries to pull Troye with him, but doesn't make it too far before the flames engulf the doorframe. The wood crackles up with the fire, sending speckles of orange at them. Trapped. They turn to the window to find its cover with a piece of wood blocking their only other exit.

Troye shakes his head. "No, we can't."

"I can kick the wood away, come on." Connor tries again to pull Troye but he stays rutted in his spot. What was he doing? This was it, their chance to live! Again, Connor tugs Troye. He doesn't budge. So Connor feels like the doorframe in its flaming glory as he begins to realize what Troye might really want.

"You shouldn't have come. You ruin everything," Troye says through his tears and Connor's body shakes.

"What do you mean? I just—" Connor is lost. He's so lost, and so is Troye, but it's not the same.

"I want to die, can't you see that?" Troye's tear-filled eyes are full of flames. His lips quiver like he wants to say more, like he wants to shout, and Connor can tell he's holding himself back.

Troye's sparing Connor his words so if he gets burnt by the fire crawling closer, the pain won't be intensified by the truth.

The fire snaps steadily behind them, but everything's quiet. Troye and Connor's heavy breaths match, their chests rising and falling in sync. They both wear pained looks, but Troye's misery goes deeper than this fire.

"I—" Connor starts. "P-please, Troye. For me." But it's more than Connor. It's more than a potential boyfriend and a promise to get help.

"No, you don't understand! That's not an option. It has to be now, this has to be the end!" Troye practically screams. His fists are balled, arms shaking with the tension.