anonymous - tracob

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wildflowers: everything hurts

anonymous: what hurts ?

wildflowers: my chest

wildflowers: let me be more specific everything hurts

anonymous: do you need to go to a doctor?

wildflowers: no idiot i'm sad not in physical pain.

anonymous: oh

wildflowers: sorry

anonymous: it's okay

wildflowers: no it's not ):

anonymous: wdym?

wildflowers: nothing

wildflowers: bye dude

anonymous: wait!

anonymous: troye you there?

anonymous: i guess not );

anonymous: talk to you soon

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troye chewed on his finger nails, down to the nub as he watched the messages appear from the boy he had been talking to. he wanted so badly to answer them, and talk to him, but his drunken mind told him other wise.

sighing softly, troye took another large gulp from the bottle of alcohol. he had long ago resorted to this to fill the emptiness he felt in his chest and mostly to block out the thoughts buzzing through his mind. he believed it numbed him from feeling but it never did last. he always would find himself succumbed to another bottle of hard alcohol, not even caring what its contents were the next couple days later, crying to himself about how he wished he could be somebody else, be the perfect man his family wanted.

melody, troye's girlfriend, would always ridicule him for his behaviors and make a feeble attempt to rip yet another bottle of alcohol from his slender fingers, but considering troye was bigger in stature compared to the small girl, he was able to tear the bottle from her hands.

"troye this isn't healthy." she would lecture him scolding him almost as if she was his mother and not his girlfriend. troye would scuff rolling his ocean eyes at her, taking another gulp from the bottle. "don't you see what this is doing to you?" she would go on, pacing back and forth her heels clicking on the wood floor with each step she took. but troye wouldn't listen, he'd just inattentively stare at the wall, a blank unreadable look on his face.

but today was different melody wasn't here to lecture troye, she wasn't here to cry with him as he left the alcohol take full effect on his body and mindset. melody had left troye all alone to spend quality time with her brother. the only person he had was the one person who wouldn't stop messaging him.

in troye's drunken state he made the stupid decision of picking up his phone. he tapped away a replay to the anonymous boy hoping he'd still be there.

—

wildflowers: what's your numbet?

wildflowers: i need sumone right now

wildflowers: i sorrtza drunk

anonymous: and why should i give you my number?

wildflowers: she's not here and i scartzd i might do something

anonymous: fine wildflowers

anonymous: *insert his number*

—

troye scanned over the number, his fingers and mind debating with each other rather he should press the call button or not. he finally makes the decision to press the call button, which made his stomach churn with nerves. when he heard the dial tone stop and the sound of someone's voice, he anxiously chews at his lip not knowing what to say.

"hello." a deep voice says from the other line. troye nearly dropped the phone hearing his voice, he didn't expect that all. such warmth, and tiredness filled his tone.

"uhm...hi..." troye stammers his voice wavering with nerves and lost for words. he attempted to recompose himself, stammering out another hello but more clear for the boy on the other line to hear.

"you have an accent." troye could just picture the boy smirking, he attempted to make out what he would look like but it was no use, he didn't even know the boy. "it sounds hot." he lowly says. troye bit his lip, nearly biting the flesh so hard he could taste his own blood. he felt heat rush up his neck, trying to deny the fact the boy was making him turn a scarlet red.

"uh thanks." troye awkwardly says. he started to feel the effects of the alcohol drift and he couldn't help but wonder why.

both lines went silent, but neither of the two had hung up. no words were spoken between the two, just the ruffling of each other moving and the sound of their breathing. troye was lost in his own word thinking about the boy on the other line talking to him–he thought about what he might look like attempting to picture his face in head.

"was the girl you were talking about your girlfriend?" he says startling the silence between the two.

"yeah she is, melody is my girlfriend." troye mumbles. the position he currently was sitting in was starting to grow uncomfortable so he decides to switch positions nearly falling off the bed as he tried.

the other boy was silent for a moment till he decided to speak up. "where is she?" he curiously questions his voice laced with curiosity.

"visiting family." troye vaguely says, resting a hand on his chin.

the other boy went silent again, shuffling around for a moment. troye didn't know what to say to him nor how to start a decent conversation, due to his fear of saying the wrong the things like he normally always did. this is why he preferred texting over human confrontation.

"what's your name?" troye randomly questions him, his voice soft with curiosity and wonder. he was desperate to know his name not because he was nosey but only out of pure curiosity, because the boy had refused to tell him.

"i don't wanna tell you." he sighs. troye sits up in a straighter position, curling his feet under one another.

troye left out a frustrated groan annoyed with him. "why? you aren't a murderer? am i missing something?" he hisses annoyed with him.

"yes you are." he mumbles nearly almost inaudible for troye to hear. but he does. and he can't help but grow annoyed and more curious about his name.

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i hate myself tbh

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