Dear Troye,
They said to write to you, that it would help. I don't trust them though I want to talk to you. I want to be mad at you for leaving, for ditching me in this pathetic world though every time I think about you, I just find myself crying. They yelled at me today, my therapists. They said I needed to ' get it into my thick little head that you were dead'. I don't want to forget you so I threw a glass of water at them and left.
Mom told me off though she always does nowadays. I got her to move out of the flat, I pretended to be happy. I don't know how to be happy anymore Troye. Maybe I do need help.
The fans are going crazy, they keep tweeting me. Some of them are nice though most of them are saying that I tried to kill you or that it was all my fault you died. And it was. I killed you. If I didn't call you, you wouldn't be like this.
I hate myself.
I keep clawing at my skin with my fingernails, I've got red lines all down my arms from it. Though whenever I think about you. I scratch harder because it's my fault you're gone. I'm always thinking about you.
Do you think about me?
Love,
Connor x
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Sequel! I'm so happy to be back and writing this book. Chapters will be really short as they are just letters and Connor isn't in a good head space at the moment.
Love you all,
Jorja x
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Dear Troye
FanfictionSequel to ' Fake Accounts And Cute DM's' Troye is gone but Connor still remains. Dealing with the loss of Troye, he finds himself writing letters that will never be answered. Though at least Connor is happy, Right?
