Blinded (A troyler fanfic)

Chapter 33

Tyler's POV

I considered having Sawyer come with me when I got my stuff, but I'd rather face Troye alone.

I pulled up to the apartment complex. I walked inside and went up to Troye's room. I could already feel the tears coming.

"Stay strong. Keep it together. You can do this." I whispered to myself.

I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard shuffling inside and I couldn't help but remember the night we met.

It was almost exactly like this. Me nervously standing outside his door. Him shuffling over to open it. Then me immediately falling for those ocean blue eyes. I smiled at the memory from back when we had no idea all this would happen.

The door opened pulling me out of the trance I had been in. I was still partially in it though because when I looked up, I expected to see those perfect eyes yet again.

Those perfect eyes weren't there though. In their place were broken, tired eyes. They looked as though they hadn't felt seen in days, but they certainly had seen crying. There wasn't any light inside either. They were completely broken. And it broke my heart further to see them.

Now, add to that greasy, unstyled, unwashed hair, grungy sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and a little smudge of Ben and Jerry's on his cheek, and you'll get what Troye looked like in that moment. He looked absolutely miserable.

He glanced up at me, and I saw a flash of something cross through those eyes. It was hope.

Seeing Troye stand there, so innocent, so pitiful, and me probably in the same condition, I couldn't help but scoop him up into my arms.

After a few seconds he returned the hug. We just stood there in the hallway, in our own little forever. Or at least what I wished could have lasted forever, but it didn't.

Troye pulled away, giving me a weak smile which I returned.

We hadn't spoken a word yet, but just this simple interaction was enough to push me over edge. My eyes watered and a tear rolled down cheek as we both walked inside.

Inside looked almost as bad as Troye himself. There was a lamp shattered on the floor Troye must've thrown out if frustration. Empty ice cream cartons lay strewn around the floor and the couch. Troyes laptop sat open on its side on the floor. There was a heap of pillows and blankets on the couch, all stained with tears.

This was all so depressing, and so confusing. I thought Troye was happy. He cheated on me, so he obviously didn't love me anymore. He loved that other guy. Right?

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A/N

I don't really have much to say this time.

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