By your side. -- TROYLER / INCOMPLETE

Silence.

--Tyler’s POV--

I approached my front door.

I… I didn’t want to open it, but after a millisecond of hesitation, I realized I had to.

    I opened the door, and stepped inside.

I closed it behind me.

    Before making a move, I called out for him.

“Troye?! Baby?!”

    Silence.

My breath became unsteady, My heartbeat fastened.

    I ran around the house frantically, shouting for him.

“Troye?! Troye, please?!”

    I ran into our room and saw the bathroom door open in my peripheral vision.

I saw the blur of the shape of a body in my peripheral vision.

    I flipped my head around immediately. I recognized who it was. The only person it could be.

    I bolted to the bathroom.

“Troye?! Troye, babe!”

    I saw the pills. I saw his pale skin color. I scooped my arms under his limp body and carried him over to the bed. Then I immediately took out my phone and called 9-1-1.

    They picked up after two seconds. Finally.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

    “My boyfriend overdosed tremendously on his tuberculosis medication. Please send an ambulance immediately.”

   

    I told her our address. The whole phone call I was trying my hardest to not break down and ball my eyes out.

    Nothing like last time.

Nothing like last time.

    That echoed in my head. The same words Troye had said before I left, over and over.

I checked his pulse. Nothing.

    I checked it again.

Something.

    There was the slowest heartbeat I had ever felt.

Why would he act out like this? Immediately go to killing himself? Or trying to kill himself? So far, he’s succeeded! I couldn’t let this happen!

    What would happen if one day we weren’t together anymore? What would happen if there is no more ‘one day’ for us after today?

    What if I never got to see his beautiful blue eyes again?

What if I never got to hear his soothing voice ever again?

    This wasn’t like last time. This got me more scared than last time.

He was practically lifeless. I was practically staring at Troye’s empty body.

    I wrapped my arms around him, Pulling him up and supporting his head, from it falling backwards. I squeezed him close to me tightly. Kissing all over his face. His cold, on-the-verge-of-dead, face.

    I paused and looked at his lips, wondering if it was dumb to kiss him, in his condition. It’s not like he would kiss back, so I did. I let my lips rest on his, the lips that I wanted so much to push against mine right now, but knew that they wouldn’t.

    Then I heard the sirens outside of my door. They knocked.

I picked up Troye and ran to the door, opening it. They looked down at me, holding him. Then they took him out of my arms and offered me a ride in the ambulance, next to Troye. I accepted.

    We got to the hospital and I had to wait outside. For three hours, I had to wait outside. Three hours.

    Three hours of crying, clutching my head, and pacing back and forth in the hallway. Three hours of wondering what will happen if he doesn’t wake up, and what will happen if he does.

    Then three hours were up. They had pumped his stomach, and ran tests. I don’t know what else. But a lot of things.

    I walked up to him and couldn’t not be overflooded with joy. More tears came to my eyes, and they were a mixture of happy and sad ones.

    I looked down at him and his open eyes. I held his hand in both of mine and put it up to my heart.

    “Why are you here?”

That hurt me more than you can imagine.

    “Why.. why am I here?”

“Mhm.” his voice was so groggy.

    “I-I’m here because I love you.”

“Sorry, I figured I should make all your problems go away.”

    “You; my Troye; you; would never be a problem. You are not a problem. You will never be a problem. You are the love of my life, you are my world, I care about you so much, you have to know that.”

“People who love another person don’t cheat on them, Tyler.” He almost glared at me.

“...I didn’t cheat on you! I know what you’re talking about, and I did not cheat on you.”

“Then how do you explain it?”

“I went to the store. I met a girl, she took a picture with me. Then I heard someone say my name behind me, and I turned around and got put into a death-grip by some kid who decided that kissing me was a nice idea. Then the girl; whom I thought was a good person beforehand; decided to take a picture of it and post it on tumblr.”

    “...”

“What happens if we break up? What would you do? What--” I stopped. I realized what I had just said after I saw Troye’s face fall.

    “No no no. That’s not what I meant, I’m just-- I’m just worried about you, that’s all. I don’t want something like this to ever happen again! And-and I don’t know that future! I don’t know what will happen between us. What I’m say is that if anything happens, I want to make sure that you don’t try to hurt yourself, or kill yourself. Because if something happens, remember what I said. I will always love you. Even if we’re not together; which I DO NOT plan on happening; I will still love you. And I don’t ever want to see you like this again!” I furrowed my brow and realized tears were still streaming down my face.

    “But I’m sick, and I must be a prob--”

I let go of his hand and cupped his face, him gazing into my eyes and me gazing into his.

    “You will never be a problem. I love you.”

“I don’t know--”

    “Say it back.”

“Wha?”

    “Tell me you love me back.”

“I love you.”

    “So never do that again.”

“I can’t--”

    “Never. Do. That. Again.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t.”

    I leaned down and kissed him. “That’s what I thought, asshole.”

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So.... I decided to post this on the same day as the last chapter, not something I do usually. I will probably post another chapter tomorrow, of course. Can we get this chapter to 25 likes again, and 15 comments? I hope I'm not asking for too much. It's just that you guys have been surprising me! Thanks a lot.

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-- Oli <333