so remember when I used to put songs here for you guys to listen to when you read my oneshots?
well throw the fuck back because I've got one for you
ferrari- the neighbourhood
probably start it from 0:37 seconds
;)
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"Connor," Troye whispered on the phone.
"Yeah tro?"
"I love you,"
"I love you more,"
Troye sighed.
"Goodnight Con,"
Connor giggled. "Goodnight babe, text me when the sun rises okay?"
"Yeah of course love,"
Troye kissed his phone like he always did when he was speaking to Connor and then hung up, chucking his phone as far away as he possibly could from his body.
As Troye's head sunk into his pillow he started to cry.
All his relationships were poisonous and this one was most likely the most toxic of them all.
because this time they had love.
and for most people love is a beautiful thing filled with fields of happiness and hot make out sessions according to all the cliched movies Troye had seen.
but in reality, for Troye at least, love seemed to be something that was almost impossible to grasp and when you did, you feel it being pulled, like a rope, slowly away from you so it leaves burns on your heart.
and he know's the further away it is the easier it will be for love to pull itself away from under Troye's feet, or in this case, from his hands.
Troye knew the only possible way to save their relationship before love tugged it away would be to see the boy in the flesh again but with his tour and Connor's work schedule it would be too hard and he didn't want to cause any trouble.
and yet he was already causing so much.
because at that very same moment on the other side of the world Connor had just been on a phone call with his boyfriend.
A phone call that made him feel less and less confident about how his relationship was actually going.
Of course he knew that Troye was an extremely busy man and was working so hard to finish recording new demos for his fans but he also knew that he and his boyfriend never stuck to the long distance rules they had first laid out when Troye announced he was leaving on his next tour.
They didn't talk on the phone twice, daily.
They didn't text each other for no reason or just to say I love you.
And they definitely didn't skype each other in their free time.
Connor knew he wasn't getting the healthy relationship he needed and was getting sick of drinking his problems away. Sadly, the alcohol only drowned out his pain for a short time.
And the men at the bars only kept him company for the night.
And the boys in his bed only made him feel more guilt that he didn't need.
Their relationship was poisonous through and through.
but neither one of them was capable of stopping it.
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is it just me or are all the oneshots I write really depressing.
someone help me write happy fluffy stuff like i used to pls.
i'm writing a happy groupchat fic tho, with tronnor/phan and a bunch of other people so you should read that when i upload it.
also ugh
also ilysm frens
i want frens.
