saviour; tronnor
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maybe we were born with tilted hearts, but we're helping each other prop them back up again.
"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...
do NOT piss of Connor Franta fans. It will backfire on you. -----
"well maybe i just want to keep you occupied while i shamefully look into your eyes!" "you're a lost cause. i'm out of here." or, connor owns a coffee shop called 'accents' where punk-boy troye likes to hang out and stare at connor's butt as he serves coffee.
Troye loves his garden, it's like his own little forest. Connor also loves Troye's forest. Too bad Connor can't cross the wall.
AU: Connor sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. Things progress from there. (note, this fic has been modified from an original Glee fic, and is not my own work)