Tyler’s POV
“Don’t worry I was just leaving” I say starkly at the nurse and run to the door. I turn and take a glimpse back at Troye with the silver tears already beginning to fall down my face. I quickly make my way out of the dreaded hospital and run towards the exit. I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing all I know is that I want to sit and cry. I vaguely hear Ella and Zoë’s distressed cries in the distance but I don’t care. I run, and run like there’s no ending. I trip and fall and turn until I can make out a small patch of grass from my blurred vision. I fall back on my back and stare up at the clouded sky, finally letting my tears reign free. My eyes become bloodshot and my face red as the silent waterfall decides to never end. Why have a fallen for a perfection that hates my existence. I couldn’t let him die! Even if I didn’t know him, I couldn’t let a soul take their life in front of my eyes. The cold dew from the grass in the park soaks my shirt and chills me to the bone but I don’t care. My thoughts lie with Troye and only him. He’s so fragile, so delicate. He needs someone to love him. Kids these days, we don’t need therapy to make us feel like a freak, we need a hug. We need, we crave to feel love. How have I already have developed such hard feelings in such a short period of time. I mean I’ve noticed him from the first day. His sly smile, his strong quiff game. His beautiful dry, sarcastic humour. His enhancing crystal blue eyes drawing me in. Troye Sivan in my eyes describes perfection. Look it up in the dictionary folks, it will be a picture of him. But what on earth did I do to make him hate me. And as if the world can sense my sadness, delicate droplets decide to fall from the sky, like the sky itself is crying for my hopeless case of love. Troye I’m not going to let you pass me by. And with that I slowly fade into black, the rain wetting my already stained face, lying in the cold, wet, muddy grass. Sleep taking over me because of this mentally and physically exhausting day. I wake up freezing and wet. I slowly take in my surroundings and realise I fell asleep in a park. Where the fuck am I? I slowly get up, awaking my muscles as I do so. My mind is whirring trying to decipher where I am and how to get back. I hurriedly grab at my pocket and – holy shit thanks the lord –my phone is there and still has 20% battery left. I glance up to the corner of the electronic device and check the time. 9:56, four minutes and it will be visiting time at the hospital. I can see Troye, explain to him, and tell him. I’m not going to let him go through this alone. I walk around tracing my steps as much as I can from yesterdays blurry memory. As I come across a familiar street, my pace quickens in eagerness to see Troye. I feel the mixed emotions of love, excitement, nerves and worry take over me as I arrive and enter through the stainless steel doors into the white, pristine asylum. Soon enough I find myself standing outside the white door of room 411. Nerves strike me. I don’t know what’s stopping me. I want this, I
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” I hear from inside, and I was in that room faster than you could say “Fuck.” He screams again.
“Troye! Troye answer me!” I scream back. I notice his delicate eyelids are shut. Shit he’s asleep, stuck in an obviously horrific nightmare. But what’s it about? I push those thoughts away for the moment and a take a seat on the bed next to my precious. Funny how there’s no nurse around here! I gently wrap my arms around the now crying boy and try to wake him.
“Troyeeeeee” I coo. “Wake up troyeeeeee.” I start shaking his frame delicately. “Troye honey you need to wake up” I say again a bit louder this time. Not even a minute later, he gasps in unimaginable pain and shoots up. His hands fly to his stomach, coincidentally where my hands lay.
“w-what?” he looks up confused as to why there are strange hands on his body. He looks up at me with an adorable expression of unknowingness etched on his face but as soon as he realised it’s me his face turns to one of rage, then back to sadness and just as quickly as he had woken up, the younger boy broke down in my arms.
“I am s-so-sooo sorry Tyler” he muffles in-between sobs. “I just haven’t liked anyone since him and he’s the reason I’m broken and I’m just so sorry. I blamed you for my feelings that I feel for you (A/N get your mind around THAT.) Please forgive me! I didn’t want to be saved and you saved me. I don’t know if I’m grateful or mad but I know my bastard feelings for you and I can’t lose you too”
“Shhhh Troye.” I whisper comfortingly. “I’ll never leave, don’t you worry out that. Kay?”
“Okay”
‘Good. I’ll always be here for you Troye, no matter what” I look down at the little twink. He’s fallen asleep! “I reallllyyyy like you Troye” I admit to the sleeping boy and if he wasn’t asleep I’d swear I saw him smile.
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Heeeeeelllllllooooo x
Okay 4. things
1. SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE AND SHORT/SHITTY CHAPTER. Schools been a bitch and i just haven’t had time! I’m so sowwyyyyy. Don’t kill me! *hides behind Joe*
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2. I’ve decided to change my updating schedule. Instead of the annoying goal system, i’ll update every 3 days sooo *update* 1 2 3 *update*
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3. Imma do a comp so sweetest or most helpful (constructive critisim) comment of each chapter gets the next chapter dedicated to them. So ya. BUT PLEASE KEEP VOTING IT ACTUALLY MAKES MY DAY ILY
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4. WE HIT 500+ READS OMFG HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I LOVE Y’ALL SO MUCH THANKYOU!
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Darling You'll Be Okay -A Troyler Fanfiction
Fanfic*-* Warning: May Be Triggering *-* - Troyler Alternative Universe Troye is spiralling down into that dark chasm until one day, he might do something irreversible. Can a certain pastel haired boy save him from his own destruction? - May Contain Trac...
