"Am I still asleep?" Troye's headache wasn't relenting, despite the aspirin and the glass of cold water in front of him. He slouched over the table. "Actually, scratch that." His headache would have woken him up for sure if he was.
"You're not dreaming, Troye. I'm sorry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. Troye hissed and jerked away from the touch; it hurt, like daggers through his scalp. "I'm sorry," Laurelle repeated, taking a step back, choking up.
Troye relaxed again, as much as he could, anyway. His hands trembled while picking up the glass.
This couldn't be happening.
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Troyler - drabbles & ficlets
FanfictionThis book will gather the drabbles and ficlets I want to publish. Some will be parts of a series, some will be stand-alone, but all will be Troyler! *throws glitter* - Expect mature content! -
