Dreaming in Blue

LOST BOY. found.

Please no one yell at me. I know I haven't been updating but I swear they're trying to kill us with homework and studying for the last few days of school. 

Anyways, enjoy :3

Connor's POV

I dreamed.

I dreamed of blue eyes and broken boyfriends and the soft wailing of someone who didn't seem to stop for a breath.

Slowly, I could feel myself coming back, out of the darkness. I snapped my eyes open and the wailing stopped.

I stared at the white painted ceiling. I could feel soft comforters under me and I instinctively clenched the velvety fabric in my hands. The room was warm and I could hear the hum of a heater to my left. It was a little too warm, so I shoved the blankets off me and sat up quickly.

I was alone in a large, unfamiliar place. From the setup of food near me, I could tell that I was sitting in a hotel. The walls were painted a light blue and were set off by the aqua green curtains that were closed. My only source of light was a small lamp near the head of the bed. It was very pretty with its painted gold shade.

As a sat on the edge of the bed, everything suddenly came back to me, like a huge wave that crashed over me. My boyfriend was pretty much dead. But that didn't matter now that we were over.

I glanced up to see a basket of fruit, a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of water that sat like royalty in the middle of a overly fancy table. I reached out and shakily grabbed the crystal glass, almost dropping it after I took a hydrating sip. The water was cool and clear and I chugged it down before I realized what I was doing.

After gratifying my parched throat, I started to explore the huge room.

I went through a kitchen and a bathroom, passed another bed and a table... It was an enormous suite. I circled back to suite's door and noticed a note taped on the wood.

Before I could get close enough to read it, footsteps made me freeze in my tracks.

I silently ran back to big room with the bed and jumped into it, covering myself with the fluffy comforter and calming my breathing.

I heard the door open and close. Someone sighed heavily and set down crinkly bags onto, I was guessing, the dining table. Then the person entered my room and I closed my eyes. Was it Troye...?

"Connor."

I almost thought I imagined the voice, but it was Troye.

"Connor, Connor, Connor..." He muttered to himself.

What was he doing? Should I get up?

"I'm sorry Connor. I'm sorry."

What was he sorry for?

"I'm sorry for your loss and your broken heart. And I'm worried. I'm worried for you more than you know and I don't want to... I don't want you to know..." His breath hitched and for a moment I thought he was crying. I heard him moving behind me and the comforter sunk down near the end of the bed as he sat down on the bed. I wanted to pop up and yell, 'What don't you want me to know??? '

"I don't want you to know that I'm hopelessly in love with you."

My breathing stopped.

"I know you will never love me and it might seem strange from your point of view... especially since you lost your boyfriend," I winced internally. "but I can't help it. You're beautiful and your heart is beautiful and no one has ever made me love like you do."