"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.

"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.

When Troye is admitted to a psychiatric ward following a suicide attempt, the only thing he wants is to get discharged as soon as possible. The last thing he expects to find is a friend, let alone anything more. If there's one thing he learns, it's to never judge a book by it's cover. And to never take life too seriously, or take anything for granted. [Some content may be triggering - trigger warnings will be included at the beginning of any chapters including this kind of content.] Highest Rank: #155

"He's my best friend." highest rank: #237