Troye's pov:
Connor walked into my room seeming down. "Hey" he whispered. Looking around, then coming and focusing on me. I knew what he was thinking I was ugly, I knew that I was ugly. I was getting fat and my hair was a mess. I didn't want him to see me. "Go away" I groaned, hoping he would leave. He did. He knew that I was fat and ugly.
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I sat there fiddling with my fingers. I hadn't puked in 7 months, that's how long I have been here. I had been dealing with my problems, I was doing great. Until Ricky died. I started feeling fat again. I felt ugly. "I have too" I mumbled. I quickly sat up and ran to the bathrooms. I flipped up the lid of the toilet, not minding the loud crash. I stuck to fingers down my throat. I puked and puked until I felt like I could die. I was about to again, but I heard a gasp. "C-c-connor?" I couldn't even, he just saw me doing this. I could feel the judgement. Instead of laughing like the kids at school did, he ran over and picked me up. I cleaned my hands and mouth. Then he brought me back to my room. We laid there in complete silence. He stroked my greasy hair and hummed a lullaby, that I didn't know. I quickly felt my eyelids grow heavy. I slowly fell asleep. Falling into Connors trance, his beautiful tune making me drift off. Until I fell asleep.
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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...]
