Connor pov

I felt guilty for shutting out Troye. I didn't do it purposely, I just wasn't able to handle it anymore. Breaking up is not what I wanted to do, not at all.

I've been caught up in things and I don't have time for him anymore. My day exhausts me and puts me in a sad mood. I love Troye after all, he's my Happy Little Pill. But I need more. I don't care about life anymore.

Troye pov

I woke up the next morning and immediately thought of my boyfriend. I had a very vivid dream about him. Something was wrong and I wasn't able to help him.

I walked down stairs, mind still riddled with thoughts of him. What if something's actually bad? Will he be okay? Can I do something?
I shook the paranoia away and I poured a bowl of cereal. Perhaps I can surprise him today by planning a picnic. I made arrangements in my head as I chewed. Then it was time to put the plan into action. 

Carefully, I made a vague text to him notifying that I will be stopping over. Just in case something had come up for him. I searched around the house until I found my moms old picnic blanket. After, I grabbed a basket and put inside some sandwiches I made, apples, and some bubble water which Connor loved for some reason or other.

    I checked my phone and nothing came from him so I assumed he was still sleeping. Maybe I can just wait awhile longer and just go over there to check in on him.

I paced around for a good ten minutes then decided to just drive over there. Once I arrived, I marched up to the door and proceeded to knock. No answer. I grabbed the handle, it was unlocked.  I assumed Connor had to still be sleeping or in the shower. I walked upstairs to his room and opened the door. My eyes couldn't believe what they saw.

Authors note:
Sorry for the slow update I've had writers block. I promise I write more with longer chapters I'm just going through some stuff right now.