Troye POV
*recap for people that need it*
Troye: Jealous of what? Jealous that I was gay?
Theo: No. Fuck no, Troye. I loved you. More than a friend. I was jealous of your little relationship with Joey.
And that was all I needed before I shut my phone down and threw it at the wall.
It was all because of a misunderstanding?
I didn't understand why he was bothering to apologise now. I don't remember him trying to when I wanted, needed him to. And he had a whole year. Now he was apologising. On the internet. Not even face to face. And after six whole years, which was just after I had been able to push him out. I was completely done. I buried my face in the sheets, trying to forget about Tyler and tried to go to sleep. After a couple of minutes, I was woken up by loud vibrations coming from my phone. I tapped to the screen repetitively, thinking it was an alarm and trying to disable it. Nothing happened. But then I realised that they were uneven. They were notifications for messages. Tyler. After a moment of thinking, I decided to delete my account off the website. That way, I could just block out Tyler once and for all. Block out his messages, his stupid excuses... Everything.
With trembling fingers, I pressed Delete.
-Time Skip-
I opened my eyes to see the white ceiling. White ceiling? But mine is blue... My mind felt hazy, and when I tried to sit up, I was blocked by an arm that was going across my stomach, bending at my waist. I looked to the right and saw a tanned man. His hair was the colour of burnt wood, a perfect, almost black tint streaked with the occasional brown and his soft pink lips were still just noticeably swollen, which made me question the content of last night's events. I couldn't remember most parts of it, and the parts that I could were patched blurs. Like how I was drinking an a table by myself. I tried hard to remember when he came in, but I couldn't. I couldn't help being a sexual drunk, and it put me in situations like this, and that was why I usually didn't drink outside. I couldn't even remember why I was drinking in the first place...
And of course that was the one memory that had to come back. I felt like vomiting and crying all at once. Suddenly the blanket and his arm has too much, and I felt like a little rabbit caught in a cage. Stuck. Confined. I felt like I needed to get out. I gently took him by the finger and moved it away, trying not to wake him. He started mumbling, and I was scared that he was going to wake up, so I just lay still for a while. When he stopped moving and I could hear even breathing, I sat up and I resisted the urge to lie back down because of the sudden pain coming from my backside. Okay, so that definately confirmed everything. I took off the blanket and the next thing I felt was the cold air. And not just one my face. Everywhere on my body. I shivered, and then searched my clothes, which were spewed around the floor. It was quite a task, because with the room being generally large, I just gave up after putting on my boxers and my shirt and came out of his room quietly, only to be greeted by a corridor and multiple doors. I was dizzy and the white walls didn't help anything. After walking around, I ended up in front of the staircase that I climbed down, hoping to find relief for my splitting headache.
I couldn't find, or rather bother to find and cups and I just drunk straight from the tap. I sighed and then wiped my mouth dry.
That's when I heard the key click into the doorknob.
