True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter One

*Three Years Later*

"Kat! Wake up!" My roomate, Emma, has been screaming at me to wake up for like twenty minutes now.

"Why exactly do you want me to get up again?" I asked trying to sit up.

"Because today is my two year anniversary with Trevor!"

"Well, good for you." I said before lying back down and pulling the covers over my head.

"Yea, it's also June 5th."

I sat back up and looked her in the eye. June 5th was Troyes birthday.

"No need to remind me. That still doesn't mean I have to get up."

"Come on, we have to visit the hospital! We do it every year, and don't you think he would like that you remembered his birthday? Oh, and you can tell him everything we've done in the last year!"

Yes, it's true, we only visit Troye a few times a year. I know, I'm a bad girlfriend to him, and I don't even know if he can hear me when I have conversations with him. And isn't it good I haven't moved on from him? Probably not, right. Even if I did move on and get a new boyfriend, I wouldn't tell him. But I would never move on, neither would he. It's not like he could move on from me, unless in his coma he's imagining a girl that's better than me in every way possible.

"We haven't done anything in the past year! Unless you count binge watching anime for a month on Netflix," I said.

"True, our life is horrible, but you are going to that hospital!"

"Why do you want to go so much?"

"Because I want to tell him some things!" By the way, I could totally tell that was a lie.

"Really, like what?"

"Like that...I think he's really cool."

"Oh really, that he's 'cool'?"

"Yes."

"That's great Emma, you go tell him that."

"Kat, I know when you see him laying there, it only reminds you of what happened. And I know you don't like thinking about that crap. But you do realize if he doesn't come out of his coma, he could die. And then when you're at his funeral, up at his casket, you'll think 'I should've visited you more, but now this is the last time I'll get to see you because you're dead.' And you don't want to ever think that. So you should get up, get ready, and go visit your boyfriend, alright?"

I didn't answer.

"Okay whatever, 'cause I'm leaving in twenty minutes whether you're coming or not."

She always has a way of getting me out of bed.

I crawled out of bed and got dressed into shorts and a tee. I put on my essentials to look presentable and began walking down the stairs to the front lobby.

I caught Emma on he way down on her phone, probably checking Twitter or Snap-chatting.

We walked down the rest of the stairs and got in the car.

"You exited?" She asked before starting up the engine.

"You could say that," I said as she drove began driving to the hospital.