It's not the way that they/he thought it would be.
They're tired of avoiding. Exhausted of pretending. Dying inside smiling widely.
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*taking place in 2017*
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(the story is ongoing but you can stop reading it after every chapter and make your own co...
(the epilogue contains memories written in italics, they aren't ordered chronologically)
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"Hi, everyone, it's Troye."
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TROYE
"Hi, everyone, it's Troye Si-"
"Don't look at me! Look into the lens!" I hear Connor's scoff.
"How can I not look at you when you're so hot?" I stop suddenly almost tripping over my own feet on the sidewalk
"Troye!" He frowns pausing the video and lets the camera hang on its strip.
"What? You know I am weak for your no-quiff-hairstyle."
"Oh my god." Con slides his hand down his face and rolls his eyes while I just grin and hang my intertwined hands on the back of my neck. "Just stop looking at me. Focus!"
"Okay, okay." Now it's my time for eye-rolling.
"Stop it with those lips! You're supposed to be serious."
"I can't help it!", I laugh, though I repeat the kind of seductive biting on my lower lip.
"Get your shit together, we'll film a rom-com another day. Just- argh", he groans lifting up the camera. "For five seconds, be serious, look into the camera."
"Okay." I try and make a serious face.
"See, wasn't that hard." Connor looks down at the screen and smiles a bit, his fringe covering his eyes.
"I think something else is getting hard."
"Troye!"
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"It's been long time no see. I'd say I've been busy. I'd say I've not had an idea for a video. But I'd lie. In fact, 2016 was so far the worst year in my life. Not generally. A lot of good stuff happened, but it's not about events, music videos, concerts, photo shoots or songs. It's about me. In 2016 I messed up. Really bad. I lost so many friends. I lost the only person that knew my Subway order. I lost so much. I lost love."
