- TROYE -
I stared at the closed door, heavy tears dropping off my cheeks.
What the hell just happened?
My brain goes into crash mode as I start processing the last 10 minutes in my brain.
Had it only been 10 minutes? Is that how long it took for Tyler to decide that he didn't care about me?
I cried and I cried until my eyes were dry.
I don't think I've ever cried like this before. Not even when Caleb broke up with me.
I sank to the ground, cradling my knees, steady tears pouring out of my eyes.
I don't know how long I stayed in this position, but I could feel the tears drying on my skin as I drifted off into a disturbed sleep.
- TYLER -
I ride in Pete's car in silence, staring out the window and wiping the tears that were still leaking from my eyes.
I know I made the logical choice, but I don't think I made the right choice.
"Ty?" Pete says, breaking the silence.
I ignore him, and continue staring out the window, still wiping my cheeks.
"Ty, come on. Talk to me" he says, steering the car.
"What do you want to talk about? Do you have something else you want me to give up? Do you not want me to talk anymore either? Maybe I should stop breathing too. You know, just to make sure you have enough fucking oxygen" I snap at him.
"Don't pull this shit with me. You're the one who picked me. I didn't force you to choose me"
I purse my lips, the anger bubbling inside of me.
"I just don't get it" I sigh, frustrated.
"Get what?"
"Why Troye? I have tons of super close friends, and you don't seem to have a problem with them"
"Well, none of them are gay" he shoots back.
"What does Troye being gay have to do with anything? Plus, Korey is gay, and I've known Korey longer than I've known Troye" I scowl
"Yeah, but you and Korey don't have the same relationship as you and Troye"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You guys have this weird chemistry, and I don't like it. Sorry, but I'd rather not have my boyfriend having chemistry with another fucking guy"
I glare at him, and scoot over in my seat so I am pressed up against the car door.
- TROYE -
I don't know how long it's been. Everything feels like a blurred haze. As if I've been drunk the entire time.
I hear a ringing, and it takes a while for me to realize it's not just in my head. It's my phone.
I stand up, my back aching from lying on the floor, and I am immediately see black as the blood rushes to my head.
I reach for my phone, not even bothering to check who was calling before picking up.
"H..." is all I managed to get out, my throat throbbing with pain.
"Babe?" I hear Tyler's voice come through the phone and my eyes widen as tears refill them.
I hold the phone against my ear, stunned.
