troye pov
(412)235-2341: dude
(412)235-2341: can u buy me some cigs
troye: 1) wrong number 2) we have the same area code so i might as well tell you this, there's this little convince store on 3rd, the corner ya know and they don't give a fuck they'll sell you some
(412)235-2341: oh
(412)235-2341: sorry abt the number thing
(412)235-2341: im Jacob
troye: hi jacob, im troye
jacob:what the hell type name is that
troye: bye
jacob: nonono i didn't mean to hurt ur feelingss
jacob: come backkk
jacob: i have weed
troye: oh do you now?
jacob: yes
jacob: and beer
jacob: lemme see ur pretty face first
troye: nope
troye: my friends a dealer ill get some from him or something
jacob: but i bet ur hot
troye: yeah ok bye
jacob: please don't go
read: 4:15 am
i sighed and flopped down onto my bed. i shouldn't have told him about the store. i work there. i can get free ones anyway. i know i shouldnt smoke but it helps me breathe. i know its slowly killing me but oh well. id rather die.
i turned over and picked up my razor. sighing deeply before pulling my hoodie off. i grabbed a "cig" and my lighter, i lit it and started smoking and cutting. my blood started flowing out of my skin. little beads of it. i picked up my phone to a text from him. hes probably a fuck boy. he just wants to break my heart like alex did, that's all. i scoffed at him acting like a three year old.
"jesus h. christ" i murmured. i looked at the blood on my arms and realized there was a little too much. oh well. if i die, i die. i grabbed some gauze and them on my cuts, using medical tape to tape it down.
jacob: ppppllllleeeeeeaaaaasssseeeeee
jacob: talk to meeeeeee
jacob: prettttyyyyy please
troye: god fucking dammit stop acting like a child im dealing with something
jacob: oh
jacob: um ok
jacob: is there anyway i can help
troye: i dealt with it, no worries
jacob: what was it
troye: got a cut that's all
jacob: mhm ok
jacob: surrreee THATS what the problem was sexy
troye: yeah no fuck off
jacob: you should be asleep
troye: so should you dumbass
jacob: excuse me
jacob: im sorry what'd you just call me?
jacob: you certainly didn't call me a dumbass
troye: go fuck yourself
jacob: ok, send me a picture and ill get right on it ;)
troye: ew
jacob: don't hurt daddy's feelingsssss
troye: again fuck off
delivered 4:45 am
a/n: thank u for reading!! this is my first actual fic uwu
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sometimes, love hurts
Romanceone day, a boy named troye sivan gets a text from someone he doesn't know asking for cigarettes tw: cutting and other self destructive behavior. (i will not be putting trigger warnings before each chapter! if any of these warnings trigger you, do no...
