“I.. I don’t know what to feel,” Connor stammered. His hands were clammy from his nerves, but that was the least of his worries. “Tyler--” Troye started as he clenched and unclenched his fists, but he cut him off. “You need to choose,” Tyler whispered, his eyes watering, knees wobbling, and hands shaking. For a few seconds, as tensions were whirring in the air of the tiny room, not one object made a sound.. And in a split second a decision was made evident. - One was grief-stricken, Another, astonished, The last, pulseless.