The Way He Is

Chapter 2

Tris's POV

I opened the door to Troye's apartment. "Anyone home?" I asked. No answer. I checked the kitchen, dining room, bathroom and living room. All that was left was our bedroom. I turned the doorknob slowly so I could surprise him this time. I inched open the door to find Troye sleeping. "Hehe, this is my opportunity" I thought. I slowly opened the door until a young man I had never seen before climbed onto the bed, then onto Troye. They both began to kiss passionately until they heard a door slam. I ran out crying. I could barely see anything through my tears. I ran down the apartment stairs until I fell.. I sat down on the apartment floor. Unconscious.

I was told that I should have died, and I only lived because Troye gave me CPR. That's the last kiss I thought I would ever share with him.

I woke up in the hospital many weeks after 'the incident'. I had received over 250 texts from Troye, (most of them saying "let me explain!"). Over 1,000 calls, and 180 emails. The nurses told me "a skinny boy with a nose ring" had come to see me multiple times and brought me flowers everyday.

Then I heard footsteps coming towards my room. I shut my eyes and tried to act like I was asleep. I heard the door open and then I heard Troye's soft voice, "this is all my fault" he said while sobbing quietly. "I should have told you when I had the chance.. Now this. The boy I love has a homophobic father, so he can never love me back" he said. "I hate myself", he whispered even quieter. Then I felt his lips against mine, but this time, it felt different. "I'm so sorry" he whispered as he left the room.