B R E A T H E

two.

he sat staring at his empty notebook, as if the words were going to jump on the page and write his paper himself. it was a writing project that was due at the end of the term. the project was to write about an event in your life. whether it be happy, sad, awakening. something. connor didn't have much to write. his life was simple. was life supposed to be excited for a college student? of course it was. college is the place where you go to parties, get drunk and wake up naked next to someone you didn't even know, right? wrong, at least to him. he didn't go to parties, he didn't have many friends, he was just connor. he tried to pull events from his life from his head but nothing seemed to fit, nothing that was good for a paper at least. they were all fake, the memories. it was the mere facade that was mentioned before.

he wanted something real, he wanted to feel.

yet, he felt himself slowly becoming cold. turning into stone some might say. the quiet was consuming him and he didn't care to stop it, didn't break it. what will the outcome be if he fought against it? nothing. nothing would happen he still would be the sad and hardened young adult that life made him. he still wouldn't be able to breathe. 'so what would be the use?' the question that connor always asked but has still never found or even to bother to search for an answer.

he continued to stare intently at the empty notebook paper not even realizing the figure walking into the classroom. he was an average height for a male with bright blue eyes and brown curls. he was wearing a black turtle neck with black skinny jeans and black shoes, he had a noes piercing as well. his stride screamed confidence but his looks screamed player. there was something about him that caught connor's eye but could he explain it, no. he wasn't even going to question it. he looked back down at his empty page in hopes something, anything would come into his mind.

"is anyone sitting here?" the boy had said.

connor shook his head. the boy had a thick australian accent but it was mixed with something else. what was it? connor didn't know, it made him even more intrigued. as always connor dismissed his current thoughts. the little bit of hope he was starting to get vanished as he began to look back at the empty paper, his hands shaking with the dark parts of his thoughts, more of his whole mind then a specific part. his whole mind started to become dark. an endless, starless, moonless, night. a night with no escape, a night that will eat up everything that's light and spit it out the other end with the opposite. darkness.

the boy had began to stop whatever it was he was doing and just look at connor. there was nothing interesting about him. he watched as connor stared at the empty paper, he watched as he tapped his pencil, he watched as he took a hand through his flattened hair. he watched him, his movement amazed him, movements were small but each gave off some sort of meaning. after awhile or watching and beginning his own project. he turned to the boy and smiled.

"troye." the boy said holding out his hand.

connor looked at it and looked back down at notebook. "connor." his said in a flat tone.

connor watched as troye slowly pulled his hand back. was he rude for not shaking his hand, was it rude of him to not face him? he didn't know anymore. the darkness had consumed him to the point where saying he turned to stone couldn't even describe him. life did this to him, made him hard, turned him cold. troye might've been the chance to become light, bring back his love. but had the darkness destroyed that too? he didn't know. he tried, no wanted, to say something, anything to troye but nothing would form in his head. letters didn't string together to make words, words didn't string together to make sentences.

he was quiet, silent. once again he let the darkness win.