Away for a month

Chapter 10

Tyler's POV

"I'm not sure Tilly," he sighed, looking away, "I don't want to bore you. Besides, if we go now we can go out with Zo and Alfie later."

He reached for his phone from his pocket. He pulled it out and unlocked it.
"I'm ringing Zoe,"

"No you're not. Troye please. Don't shut me out. I can help you. I want to help you. But I can't if we carry on like this," I said, sternly. I took his phone and put it on the table, "please Troye. Come on."

He put his hand back into his pocket. Which is weird because he never keeps his hands in his pockets. I watch his hands as the delicately fiddled in his pocket, as his hollow eyes stared straight ahead I thought about speaking, but I knew he was having a moment. It wouldn't be that he didn't want to listen, it would be that he couldn't. It's happened before. He just looks so blank. It's really creepy.

"I'm sorry Tyler. I just. I don't know," he whispered, looking away.

I pulled gently on his wrist and pulled his tiny pale hand out of his pocket. His hand was clutched tightly, but not too tightly around something. I looked up for permission to open his hand bit he was still looking away. So I did it anyway. Inside his hand was the cutest little bracelet ever.

"Troye,"

"Yes," he replied, sound absolutely exhausted. Maybe trying to get him to talk was a waste of time.

"Where's this from?"

"A viewer on the plane. It made my day. In fact I could still smile over it now. But in not going to because, you know, I'm a fucking screw up," he said, laughing bitterly.

"Troye don't ever say that ok. You're not. Even if you think you are, I think you're not. Please just don't say that Troye," I said.

"I'm not going to lie to you Tyler. You mean to much to me. But I'm not going to let you just sit here and talk absolute shit about how it's all going to get better. Because sometimes, I think it won't. And by saying that it kind of feels like you're rubbing it in. How it's going to get better, just not for me. Even though I know that's not what you're saying," he looked me dead in the eye. But he had a point. What is me ranting on at him going to do to help this situation? exactly.

"Now I'm going to call Zoe. If that's fine by you," he said, reaching for his phone and shoving the bracelet back in his pocket.

"I just wanted to help. I'll be outside," I said.