Dear Troye,
I don't need therapy anymore! The people said that love was enough to heal me. Matt said he loved me the other day, he took me to a small cafe and gave me a purple flower that smelled really nice. He said he loved me and I said I loved him back.
He kissed me again. And again. And again.
He held my hand in public and gave me small kisses on the forehead when I saw someone that looked like you. They looked exactly like you though Matt calmed me down.
He slept in my bed that night and held me like you used to. He slept on your side, I'm sorry though you know I never sleep on that side of the bed. I made him use different pillows though, I'm not letting them lose your scent.
I'm sorry.
Love,
Connor x
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Dear Troye
Hayran KurguSequel 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?
