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memories

prompt: I'm remembering all of our best memories you were so cute
or
why do we like Indian takeout so much

Blood gushes from the wound and it only gets worse as salty tears mix with the torn flesh.
Connor screams.

"You're so pretty." Troye laughs as he lays on top of Connors chest on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

"Ditto my lovely."

"Please," he begs. "Make it stop." Connor places his hand over the stab mark on Troyes stomach and sobs again, feeling Troyes life rush between his nimble fingers.

"Con! Stop that tickles!" Troyes eyes crinkle as he tries to escape his lovers hands as they get ready for an upcoming birthday party of someone's relative.

They can't remember, they never remember, all they know is love.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry!" Connor says softly and Troye just groans, coughing as a thin line of blood falls from his mouth and leaks onto the concrete.

Connors called the police but they still haven't gotten there.

"It hurts." Troye whines and Connor laughs.

"Well, you know you're allergic to shellfish. You shouldn't of ate them anyways."

"But-" he's cut off by the puke that flows from his mouth to the toilet. "But I deserved it! I got an 100 on that exam and college is so hard so I sh-" again bile rises in his throat and Connor just shakes his head.

He knew they shouldn't of come out this late, shouldn't of decided that the new Indian takeout place down the street was worth the possibility of something like this happening.

"Okay imagine this. You, me, a little baby boy, and a nice little home on the edge of Perth. Perfect right?"

"I can't wait." Connor grins and Troye kisses his lips lightly.

The guy came out of no where, insisting money and stabbing Troye once he got it. Luckily he hadn't bothered with Connor, leaving him to dial 911 and try his best to save his loved ones life.

"Troye? Troye can you hear me?" He rolls his head over and with hooded eyes looks up.

"I...I'm dying." He whispers and Connor leans forward to kiss his head.

"No you're not, you're gonna be fine. Just hold on baby, you'll be okay." Connor knows he could be lying but it's more for himself anyway.

"Want some coffee?" Connor asks as he pours some for himself.

"Is that even a question?" He pours two.

The sound of sirens become relevant, distant, but relevant. He pulls Troye closer and applies more pressure. It's not until then does he notice Troyes chest not moving.

Troye runs behind the couch just as a soft foamy bullet shoots over his head.

"Ha! You think you've got me, hm Sir Franta?" Connor sneaks around the other side of the couch where Troyes oblivious. "Well you're wrong! I, the all mighty Wizard of Fear, shall-"

Connor shoots the back of his head and Troye squeals, turning around and giving him a pointed glare before whining to him about how that isn't fair and definitely shouldn't count.

"Seems like the all powerful wizard of fear is quite a whinny butt."

"Fight me Franta."

"Bring it Dumbledore."

"Troye?" He says urgently. Then more persistent. "Troye?! Please!" He feels his neck for a pulse, then his wrist, and under his nose for air. Nothing.

He's gone, dead, diseased, no longer Connors but an angel with wings and the ability to fly away.

The sirens are deafeningly loud now, right behind Connor as he lets Troyes body lie in front of him. It doesn't feel right to touch him anymore, now that he's no longer there. Just an empty vessel in cold blood.

"Sir, we need you to move so we can get him on the stretcher." One of the paramedics say and Connor just stares at his body blankly.

"It's to late. He's Dead."

"I think I love you." Troye says as he looks up through thick lashes from where he's sitting on Connors bed.

"W-what?"

"I think...I think I'm so in love with you I can explode." It's silent after that as a warm and mushy feeling spreads through Connor.

Troyes nervous, fiddling in his seat and waiting for either rejection or a confession.

"Well," Connor starts as he slips on his shirt. "I think I'm in love with you too."

Connor thinks he's gonna be sick.

-c-

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