Dear Troye,
I'm really sorry but I can't deal with this anymore, this whole thing, you. The fans are going crazy, keep asking how you are at my doorstep, how you're alive. I told you the news would destroy them.
You bought me chocolate today and although I hate you, I smiled and ate them anyway. They were my favourites. You keep sitting on my doorstep and singing, they're all songs I've heard before though your voice is cracked.
Matt is being cute, keeps being all lovely and cuddly. He is so warm and I always end up giggling as his hair runs down my neck when he cuddles me which makes him laugh more until we're both crying in laughter.
I miss being happy and I kinda miss you. You won't leave my doorstep, Matt says I should just let you in to say sorry.
I don't know what to do.
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?
