Connor's pov:
It's been a week from Ricky's jump. Troye won't even look at me or come out of his room. He refuses to eat, sleep and live. It kills me. Almost as much as Ricky killed me. "Time for your pills"
Ruth said breaking my trance as she pranced into my room. I took them unhappily again. I ran into the gathering room as the smell pancakes filled my room. I sat down to my other friends and chatted. They had all gotten over his death. They all seemed fairly happy considering where we were.
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"Hey Troye" I whispered, entering his dark room. He had tear stained pillows, messy hair and dirty clothes. But his dull grey eyes killed me the most, they were usually a happy ocean blue. "Go away" he groaned pulling a pillow over his head. It killed me more than anything. Watching someone you care about completely shut down, slowly but surely dying on the inside. That's exactly what he was doing, dying on the inside.
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What could I do? How could I pull Troye out of his deadly spiral of emotions without getting caught in mine? I thought all night. It was the first night I hadn't cried myself to sleep. *bash* I heard one of the toilet seats flip up with a huge crash. My room was right across the bathrooms so I sadly heard everything. I whipped the duvet off me and silently creeped down the hall way to the bathrooms. And there I saw a horrifying sight. had his shirt off and was leaning over a toilet with his fingers down his throat. I gasped. The sight ripped my heart and ripped the stitches out form Ricky's death. "C-c-connor?" He murmured taking his fingers out of his throat.
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Dying | Tronnor
Fanfiction"Love conquers all.....that's bullshit" "Really" "Well that's what I thought until I met you" [this was written like a year ago when I didn't know grammar existed, please don't judge, it will be shitty, but it does have a good plot...]
