Troye sat, crying, his tears falling on the piece of paper. The stark cold tiles made his soft feet numb. He wanted to tear it apart, and shove it down the writers throat. But he wanted to hold it too. Imbed it into his skin. His bones. Soul and life.
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Tyler's tears threatened to stay inside of him. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, as if seeing Troye fall froze time. Stand still on the verge of change. The pandemonium around him went unnoticed by him. Pandemonium was a well worn word in his life, and he couldn't help notice how 'demon' was in the centre of it all. If pandemonium was Tyler, then that demon would be Troye, threatening to replace the actual word.
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Maybe it was a dream. An unfazed illusion, waiting to shatter, crack and show the disguised. Tyler kept walking. Away. One step. Two. Three. Would he stop if Troye called? Probably. Troye tried, and gagged, as if Tyler's name was hurting him. Tyler kept on walking away from Troye, breaking both their armoured soul.
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Tyler hoped Troye would stop soon. Verbally attacking him. Words hurt Tyler more than stabs of his mothers kitchen knifes. Tears slipped through Troye's frail defences, and Tyler collapsed forward. Troye cried out and lifted Tyler's limp body. He set him down on the couch and held his hand. Muttering to himself and Tyler that he was heartless, selfish. That he didn't deserve to love Tyler. Tyler willed with all his energy for him to stop speaking, crying and crumbling to ashes infront of him. Troye didn't listen. Atleast until he said something that hit home. Deep in Tyler, something shattered when Troye said that he should kill himself for being unloving and verbally abusive. Tyler sat up, slapped Troye and told him never to even think of such a stupid, vile and disgusting thing in his life. But Troye thought of it anyways.
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Rusted Gold
FanfictionTyler Oakley has a weird life and so does Troye Sivan. When they meet, rainbows and sunshine, doves and bluer skies. But after that? They all want to take it back. They are beautiful and loving like gold. But their flaws created the rust, diminishin...
