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TROYE'S P.O.V.
So all of you people must be wondering at this point, "WHAT THE FUCK, TROYE, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT SHIIIIITTTT????" Weeeellllll, it all started with this....
SEVEN MONTHS AGO....
I ran through the airport, searching for Tyler. What gate, what gate. Oh, what was that damn number??? Maybe, was it...no....maybe. Then I saw him standing in front of the gate, about to hand the flight attendant his pass.
"Ty!" I yelled. He looked back, staring at me. "Tyler, wait!!!"
He waited patiently for me to get to the front of the line. "What?" he asked coldly. I flinched at his fierceness. This wasn't Ty. He didn't act like this.
I stood in front of him, clutching his bag so he wouldn't leave. I wiped away tears as he handed the flight attendant his boarding pass at last.
"Tyler...please. Don't...don't go. W-we can work this out."
He looked at me in disgust. "Get out of my way, Troye. I'm tired of your shit. Go wild somewhere else...away from me. We're done. There's no more us, no more Troyler, we're just done."
"Tyler," I took his bag, "wait. Don't go. Don't go."
He snatched the bag away from me. "Go. Away," he said through clenched teeth. "Go home. Go fall in love. Go party. Go drink away your fucking problems."
"Tyler, stop this. Just fucking stop! I've already fallen in love." Ty stepped back towards the gate, walking into the airplane.
"Bye, Troye Sivan. Have a nice life."
And he left me...just like that.
Sooooooo, yeah. After that, I kinda became a recluse. It hurt...like hell. I haven't dated anyone else since Tyler. I can't think of anyone else, but I get I need to get over him. Right? Anyway, I'd been taking anti-depressants, but none of them worked. It was only when I discovered cutting I discovered the relief it gave. With Tyler, it was like I was walking a beach with him, staring into our future. When I first started to get depressed, it was like I began to walk into that ocean, but I kept getting deeper and deeper, until my whole head was underneath. Then it was like I was drowning, but I was watching everyone else around me breathe. When I cut, it was as if I was being lifted out of the water, and I could finally breathe again. It felt nice, if only for a second. But then I cut too deep, and I began to drown...and this time I wasn't going to be resuscitated. I was scared, but also relieved. I wanted to let go of all the pain...but Zoe found me. She quickly called the ambulance, most likely scared as hell.
I felt bad for about, hmm, FIVE FUCKING SECONDS.
"Troye, are you listening," Zoe asked as she continued to drive.
"Nope," I said casually.
"Troye, you need to-"
"Zoe, stop," Alfie interrupted. "He just got out of the hospital. Okay? I know you mean well, but...please."
She clenched her jaw, barely blinking. I snorted humorously. She couldn't help but smile at me. "By the way, there's some people who wanna see you, so we are having a little 'surprise party'," Zoe said.
"If it's a fucking surprise, then why are you telling me, you whore?" I said, laughing.
"Oi!" Alfie's eyes got huge.
Zoe rolled her eyes. "Just act surprised."
"But why are you telling me?"
"Is no one going to acknowledge the fact that Troye just accused Zoe as a woman who sells her body?"
"Why can't I? Isn't that a lot of stress?"
"Hello?" Alfie said, still talking for some reason.
"NO! It's not too much, you twat."
"Okay, that's it, you two!"
We both looked at him with annoyance. "What?!" we both said in unison.
"Are we almost home?" he asked with a sly smile.
"Suck my cock," I snapped jokingly.
"But I'm allergic to shrimp..."
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Troyler is Real
FanfictionWhen Troye gets out of the hospital from a suicide attempt, no one is there except Zoe and Alfie...or so he thinks. It's been seven months since he's seen Tyler Oakley, but doesn't know how to react to his return, so he uses the assistance of his BF...
