His fingers found the others, hands clasping together tightly. Afraid of the other letting go.
"Im scared ill hurt you," the younger looked up into his partners eyes, and he shook his head slowly.
"I know you wont."
Troye could feel the tears trying to push their way out onto his cheeks.
"Im like a hornet, connor,"
He tilted his head.
"Im annoying, everyone hates me, and i sting people when they get too close. And then im smushed, and dead. The dead part is metaphorical of course. But i end up being hurt the most. Even if my small sting throbs with pain."
Until next time.
Based on real people (who im not gonna say yo)
