Dear Troye,
I never thought I would see you again though I suppose sometimes I am wrong. I saw you there that night, I know it was you. You thought you could hide from me but maybe next time you're down at the supermarket, you shouldn't be wearing my jacket, with you hair down covering your eyes, the hairstyle you only wore when you were in my apartment.
You locked eyes with mine and I hate that I got butterflies, I hate that I just wanted to run up and hug you. You're a twisted little shit, just smiling at me from across the shop, hands full with crappy food that will run down your body. I asked you why and you said you 'needed space'. Who says they are dead just to have some time alone?
You followed me home so I kissed Matt on the doorstep right in front of you. I hope that hurt as much as your death hurt me.
I hate you,
Connor.
YOU ARE READING
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?
