The End (Troyler Short)

Chapter 4

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

2 DAYS BEFORE VIDCON 2018

I hold Troye's hand as we skip into the airport. Well, trying to skip. We had- what? 800 pound bags?

I look down at my watch as Troye checks us in. 5:37 pm. We run to do our security, and all the fun jazz, then find gate 4.

20 MINUTES LATER

We sit in maroon waiting seats as we listen to be called onto the flight. Troye twiddles his thumbs. "I'm so excited for Vidcon, it will be so eventful, i just know it." I smile at him, obviously agreeing. I look at Troye. He looks flustered. I put my arm around his back. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he nods. "Just nervous. You know I hate flying." I nod, somehow reassuring him that everything will be fine.

TROYE'S POINT OF VIEW

I lied. It's not because of the flight. It's the proposal. What if he says no? What if it is awkward? What if-... Before I know it, I'm breathing so fast and Tyler is staring at me with wide eyes. Fuck.

"Troye, I don't know, are you sure you are-" He starts. "Yes, Ty. I'm fine." I try to sound calm. I'm not. I can tell he isn't ether. Suddenly we hear: "Flight 257 to L.A 1st class please come up." I turn to Tyler and we both hop out of our seats and race to the desk.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

We sit in the front of the plane. I hold hands with Ty as the plane starts to go down the runway. I push my small blue ear buds into my ears and turn on "The Fault In Our Stars"... Memories.

We lift into the air as I twiddle my thumbs at a faster pace than before. Soon enough we are soaring through the air. I fall asleep to the beat of "Happy Little Pill."

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

Troye's head falls onto my shoulder. Of course he is already sound asleep. I scroll through song until I find "Art Is Risk."

TROYE'S POINT OF VIEW

1 HOUR LATER

I wake up to a feared Tyler smacking me. "Troye! Troye! The plane!" I realize what is happening. The plane is falling. Fast.

"Well?" He whispers. Before I can reply he throws on his face mask and so do I. The plane falls faster and faster until the ground is clear and I can see what we will fall into. A large field just outside of L.A. I can see the playlist building from here. My eyes water. I never thought I would die like this.

Were just inches from the ground. Everything is about to be over. The proposal, my lover's life. Mine. I turn to Tyler and whisper I love you.

The impact. I felt it like a bullet to the heart. I heard it like a gunshot. My eyes go shut and I am passed out. 1 heart beat, 2, 3, 4. Just kill me. Just do it.

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

I rip off my mask and realize I broke my ankle. Fuck this shit, I'm walking. I turn to Troye. He's breathing but he isn't awake. I rip off his mask and try to wake him. He has passed out. Tears stream down my face as I try to contain myself. I search for something to help. No one else is alive. It's just us. I feel a lump in his pocket and pull something out. A bag with 2 rings. I slip the rings back in and cover my mouth. I sob.

Just minutes later his eyes shoot open. "TROYE!" I lunge into his arms. Tears coat both our faces. "Tyler, my leg." I look down to see his leg twisted the wrong way. "Broken."

"But, other than that, are you okay?" I whisper. He nods. He pulls out the two rings. "In case we don't make it... Will you marry me?" He mumbles, lifting a ring out. I nod and give a weak smile. It's hard to smile. He slips the ring on my hand. I slip the ring on his.

TYLER AND TROYE'S POINT OF VIEWS

Troyler lives on.

AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!

OMG FIC IS DONE SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT IDK UMM THOUGHTS? I  IGHT WRITE ANOTHER FULL LENGTH STORY BUT NOT TROYLER JUST... A STORY.