watchful eyes (tronnor)

six; and the prophet oversees the hopeless

bethany makes it a point to ignore connor the day after he leaves her. she makes it a point for her makeup to be perfect and her eyeliner winged and her blush pink but not unnatural and her concealer covering up the bags under her eyes. she stalks past him and she refuses to look him in the eye.

her lipgloss is as shiny as the tears the hover in connor's sea glass eyes. troye wants to rip her skin from her bones for cheating but connor just wants to hide so troye will hide with him. they hide in the choir room and they wait out the storm. tyler will find them once bethany has left for calculus, on the other side of the school building. he does, and when he does, he finds connor curled into a comma with his head on troye's chest and troye's hands in his hair.

troye does not look up when tyler enters the silent room. he only watches connor and his steady breathing and the way that his hand twitches slightly when he sleeps. he only sees the tiny curl just over connor's forehead and he only sees the slight part of his lips; the way that they are just barely touching.

tyler watches the two of them and says, "you love him, don't you?"

troye does not need to answer.

"he's straight," tyler whispers.

troye responds this time. "i know," he says softly. "i know."

"you're only going to get your heart broken," tyler tries to warn him.

"too late for that, ty."

tyler does not say anything more. he will let connor sleep and he will let troye fall. it's too late to keep their hearts from shattering like sunlight.