Dear Troye,
Stop knocking on my door, I don't care about you anymore. None of your stupid gifts or apologies are going to make up for the fact that you lied to me, about being dead. You know how much that destroyed my mental health? I couldn't even sleep at night because of you, I had to go to Therapy because of you, I mutated my body because of you, I nearly left my boyfriend because of you.
I visited your 'grave' today with your Mom. She explained everything to me, that you didn't want to be famous anymore so you let everything go just so that you could be normal. She said you faked your death just so you could have more time with me though you're a sick little fuck if you did that.
Did you know how much your fans are hurt because of this?
You know what, fuck you.
Con.
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?
