it's summer of 2018; we haven't had a day where the sun wasn't shining. it was always warm and just very nice weather to have. it was a particularly hot morning when i was enjoying a lovely, aromatic cup of coffee at the cafe in my neighbourhood. this cafe always made me feel so relaxed; the wooden walls adorned with modern artworks and a few rock posters just made me feel so at home. i sat at a small circular table, working away on my macbook. a few fans had asked me for some pictures earlier, but otherwise it had been a quite chill morning.
"u-uhhh, may i sit?" a familiar voice rang in my ears. i looked up, and was met with a pair of electrifying blue eyes that i knew oh so well. i was so taken aback, i forgot i hadn't said anything. but really, was there anything to say?
"i don't know, troye. can you?" i sighed. the younger man's face fell and i swear i could've seen his eyes water a bit.
"how many times do i have to tell you i'm sorry?! we can't change the past, connor. it is what it is, so can we please move on?" he snapped. a few heads turned to see what was going on. but that didn't stop me.
"you just did what you wanted, not even taking ME into consideration. how do you think i felt? when you left me for someone else? when i woke up one morning with all of your stuff packed and you telling me 'sorry connor, i met someone else'?" i cried, tears falling at that point. he couldn't say anything; he just stood there with his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. he couldn't say anything, so he leaned forward and pressed our lips together. i felt everything that i felt two years ago, when we kissed for the very first time. sparks, butterflies and all that jazz.
but then, reality dawned on me. troye had left me for a model that he was still with. he kissed me out of pity. this wasn't appropriate at all. i placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. the warmth against my lips were gone, but i could still taste him. for a second, i had the urge to pull him against me and connect our lips once again. but i knew i couldn't do that.
"troye, we're better off without each other."
a/n: idk i felt this would be a nice way to officially end this pile of crap that i wrote at the ripe ol' age of 12 :')
