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In light of the recent rumours in the fandom... Here you go. This is all from Connor's POV, and you'll see why.
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I love him. He is my world, but sometimes, I wonder if I am his. I sit here, trying to understand why he always says that he has to go out, that he has to have a break. I used to be his break. I used to be his breath of fresh air, his shoulder to cry on.
I sit here, waiting for him to come home. I sit here, 3:24 in the morning, assuming that he won't be coming home. He won't come home, this isn't his home. I am not his home.
He pretends, pretends that he still cares. He smiles politely, while I just stare, into the eyes I used to find so endearing, that are now scary to look into, because not knowing where his heart lies scares me. Falling deeper into the trap, his trap, scares me.
Tonight, I wait for him to come home, 5:55 in the morning. The sun has come up, he isn't coming home. This isn't his home, I'm not his home.
This keeps happening, all of the time that we are supposed to be enjoying each other's company before he leaves again, he always wants to leave.
Now I know why. He sees him. The other guy in his life who has seen him in the way only I have seen him.
I can't take it anymore. I am breaking. He is breaking me. He doesn't realize, but he is.
So, I speak up, we break up, and he leaves. But this time, he doesn't come back. Not now, not ever. And then the regret comes.
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YES I AM AWARE THAT THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I NORMALLY WRITE, AND IDEK IF ITS GOOD OR NOT BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF IS, GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLEASE!!?
