By your side. -- TROYLER / INCOMPLETE

What would you do?

-- Tyler's POV --

Don’t fall don’t fall don’t fall. Get up get up get up!!

Please get up.

I might’ve let out a small shriek as he fell to the ground. I was unprepared and worried.

    I wanted to cry but I was trying to stay calm.

“Babe? Babe?!” I tried to gather myself before I gathered him.

    I lifted him from under his arms and picked him up, carrying his limp body with his head under my right hands and his legs on my left.

    I hurried over to my bed and laid him down, keeping all of the blankets off of him except one thin sheet. I sat beside him for what seemed like forever.

    I had one fucking clock.

With every tick and every tock my nerves increased by ten times.

    Every second was agony.

Every moment I looked down at him I wanted to cry but I was holding back tears, no matter how much the wanted to flow from my eyes.

    Every few minutes I would place my hand on his cheek and then set my head on his heart.

    His heart-beat was so slow it scared me.

I wanted to shake him awake but I knew it wouldn’t work and it would be reckless.

    Then after eternity passed I saw his beautiful blue eyes finally look back at me.

Oh thank you.

    “Oh… Thank God, baby.” I blurted out. I covered my mouth and the tears I had been holding back for two hours finally came. They came with sobs as well.

    I hugged him tightly; as tightly as I could while still respecting how fragile he is now.

I rubbed the side of my face to his and kept kissing him. I think I was being overwhelming. Then he talked.

    “How-- how long was I out?”

I explained everything that had happened to him.

    Then he said something that warmed my heart and made me smile. Like a really big smile with teeth.

    “I-I… love you Tyler.”

Then he kissed me. I passionately kissed back.

    I loved the fuck out of this kid.

I specified no tongue though. I didn’t want to take any chances.

    He rolled his eyes at me like the smart-ass he is, but kissed my cheek.

Why does this twink make me smile so much? Not to mention blush. I never blush unless I’m around him.

    “Babe… What do I have? Because I think I could guess.”

“Troye, you have tuberculosis.”

    “Oh… No…”

“I’m gonna call the doctor soon and tell him to prescribe medicine, don’t worry. You’ll be just fine.” I leaned down and kissed down his neck.

    Before I slid up his shirt and stopped me and used two fingers on his right hand to lure me closer to his face.

    “Tyler, I have a serious question for you. You have to promise to answer truthfully.”

I was getting kinda scared for what he was going to ask. “Yeah, I promise Troye.”

    “What would you do if I died?”

I remembered. I remembered when I thought about then when I was shopping. What would I do if Troye died? I couldn’t put in words what I would do if he passed away. That would be the end of my world as I know it. That would be like ripping away the love of my life from my fingers. That would be like someone ‘borrowing’ your favorite CD and never giving it back. I don’t know who uses CDs anymore, but still.

    That music of yours makes you feel more emotion with every song.

I makes you cry and it makes you smile. It makes you want to go to sleep or get up and dance. It makes you convey every feeling you can have and makes it so so strong.

    That CD is Troye to me.

You’d be taking away all the happy songs though, not the whole disk. It would be putting the saddest one on there on repeat to play while you do everything, no matter what it is.

    It would only be that one depressing song, all the time. Day and Night. It doesn’t matter.

    I would try to cook after he died but I would fall to my knees before I could even get ingredients.

    And if I succeeded at getting everything out, I would have to watch my tears sizzle in the frying pan, burning the feels I’m getting every second while I whimper and scream, bawling my eyes out.

    So what did I answer?

“I would die too.”

    He widened his eyes a little. “No you wouldn’t. You would have to keep living.”

“And why is that?” I leaned near to him.

    “So you can tell everyone how much you loved me.” We pressed our lips together, which made me feel embarrassed because he probably had my sobs dripping onto him. When we parted I looked deep into blue, blue eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll live and make sure I tell them that.”

    “So then you do love me?”

“Name one time I haven’t, Troye.”