•Tronnor Oneshots•

You

Connor

They asked me to describe you today and honestly I didn't know where to start.
So I told them everything. Every beautiful detail about your being.
I told them about your gorgeous blue eyes. I told them that they were the first thing I fell in love with. I described the way I felt like I was drowning every time I looked into them, but in all honesty I wanted nobody to save me from their warm depths. I told them how, in the sun, they sparkled like the most beautiful crystals and that when you concentrated they crinkled gently at the edges in a way that always made my heart flutter. I explained to them that even when your body language was unreadable, your eyes showed your emotions so clearly it was like I was reading the same book over and over.
I told them about your hair. The way it smells of coconut after you've washed it and how I like to bury my nose in it so that maybe I can make the smell last forever. I recalled how I'd always hated the smell of coconut before I had met you but how, after our first night together, it had quickly become my favourite. I told them how your unruly chocolate curls fell across your forehead and how soft they were when I ran my fingers through them.
I described your pink pouty lips and the way they felt against my own, the way they fitted to mine like a jigsaw and the fact that, no matter what, they always tasted of the same cherry chapstick. I told them that the first time you kissed me my whole world came to life and for the first time I felt butterflies explode in my stomach.
I described your perfectly chiselled features and the way they looked when we sat in the dark as the moonlight fell across your features. I told them all about your sharp jawline and perfectly formed cheekbones.
I described your laughter, as the most beautiful song you ever produced. Your soft laugh that was infectious to everyone around and could make even the moodiest person smile.
I told them how well you could sing and how often, when my anxiety was bad, you'd sing me to sleep, your arms wrapped tightly around me, gentle lullabies, mixing with the night air of the window you always insisted on keeping open, even in the coldest winter. 
I told them that you were quite skinny but you hid it under big sweaters and skinny jeans that were baggy on around your legs and waist and even though I told you how beautiful you were, still I saw the loathing in your pretty eyes every time you looked in the mirror. I described to them that you could never see what an exquisite piece of art work you were and it pained me that no matter how many times I told you how gorgeous you truly were, you could never bring yourself to believe me.
I spent so long talking about you. I told them every tiny detail.
And still they told me you hadn't been sighted since the day you disappeared.
It's been six years Troye.
Please ,gorgeous, come home to me.