it started as any romance would have started; just two boys, some loose change, and a cup of coffee.

Connor has a secret, and only Tyler knows. Or so he thought at first, before he felt betrayed. Troye knows that secret, and nobody knows. Now he is both curious and afraid.

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

The gang was dark and violent, a patronising group of teenagers that took it too far. The task was an easy one. A simple robbery that went wrong. Troye Mellet couldn't help it. He had to go along with the plan. He knew there would be consequences if he didn't. For a boy bullied into doing someone's dirty work he was quite confident, confident that he would finally be accepted. Little did Troye Mellet know that he would be sucked into something much worse, much more evil and dangerous. Little did Troye know that he would have to kill to save himself. Little did Troye know that the very person he had to kill, was the one person that held his heart. Little did he know that he would fall in love with the one person he shouldn't have. The hostage. (Coming July 2015)

Need, that's the first and word that comes to mind when I think about him. Also trust, love, borderline obsession. But I know it's reciprocated, I can feel it, radiating off of his cool, pale skin. I hear it in the way he sings to me, and know it from the never ending I love you's. But what about when they stop? How bad do I need him? How bad does he need me?