Odd Tronnor One Shots

•B L U E M O O N•

I think about my ex boyfriend Troye all the time. We met in 2013 at a concert and it was almost love at first sight. It was like a fairytale; everything was going perfectly and I wouldn't change it for anything. Until Bipolar disorder ruined him
for the worst.
The dark sky cradled the silver moon as if it were it's child; delicately and gently. The night was calm; not a single cloud in the sky. Troye had his fingers weaved through mine, and I was scrolling through Tumblr. He had been acting odd throughout the entire week, and he was constantly losing his temper. He never seemed to be in control of his emotions and that scared me. I knew how reckless he could be.
He tightened his grasp on my hand, his nails digging into my skin. I looked at him
alarmingly before opening my mouth to speak.
"Troye, you're hurting me," I mumbled.
"I want this all to stop! I don't want to sit here in excruciating pain like an overheating spa pool!" He suddenly screamed, causing me to jump in fright. At this point, my fingers were pretty much being strangled; they were even turning a shade of purple.
"Goddammit, Troye, let go!" I begged. His veins were about to pop out of his arm; that's how strong his grasp was. His breaths became short and rapid, like he had ran a marathon. I swear his eyes flashed red for a split second, before tackling me to the ground, his lips roaming my body.
"Stop, Troye!" I pleaded, as his fingers began to pull down my shorts. All I received was a slap, before he continued to complete what he started.
I woke up the following morning completely nude and sore all over. Bruises covered my skin from head to toe. Dried blood stained my white bedsheets.
Troye was lying next to me, also nude and crying. Once he realised that I was awake, his eyes grew large.
"F-fuck, n-n-no I didn't
mean to do that-" He stammered, his eyes red and puffy.
"What the fuck do you mean you didn't mean to do that?" I thundered. "Y-y-you hurt me!"
"I was diagnosed with Bipolar! Oh shit I feel s-so bad." His voice was shaky as he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers. The second he was able to shimmy a pair of jeans on, he left. I remained on my bed, intense pain shooting through my entire body. The sobs that racked my body didn't help.
He committed suicide after that incident, and I never got to tell him how much I loved him.
I'm married now, to a loving man named Matthew Eriksson. We live happily with 3 kids; Laurelle, Shaun and Astrid. But sometimes, I get too caught up in the past and I wish that I had those kids with Troye. He was my first everything. God fucking dammit. I love Troye Sivan Mellet so much.
Maybe I let go too soon.