Dear Troye,
You know how LANY was your open act when I first met you? I saw the band live again today with Matt. They were so phenomenal, they played your song gasoline and I cried. Matt sung every single word and held me closer to his chest as I began to cry.
He took me to your grave today. It's the first time I've seen it. I didn't go to your funeral because your Mom made it open to the public and I didn't agree with it. Instead I watched Spud at home by myself and snuggled up with your blanket.
Your gravestone is pretty, there is a picture of you and me on it. Matt kissed me in front of your grave, I yelled at him and made him go away. He knows not to do those type of things when I'm thinking about you.
He made me cry, he yelled at me and said that I need to move on. I slowly am moving on Troye, I told him that I was scared to let go of you. He understood.
I don't think I love you anymore.
From,
Connor.
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Dear Troye
FanfictionSequel to ' Fake Accounts And Cute DM's' Troye is gone but Connor still remains. Dealing with the loss of Troye, he finds himself writing letters that will never be answered. Though at least Connor is happy, Right?
