-Third person point of view-

Allow me to start from the beginning, shall I?

There was this boy named Troye, and this is the story of how he dealt with the battles going on inside of him. It all started at the ripe age of thirteen. He had a crush on this boy, his name was Tyler. This boy was Troye's first crush, first love. He was his neighbor, actually.

Anyway, Troye became very insecure and anxious about his body and self in general. He began to restrict and restrict a bit more food each and every day until it got to the point where he would start to hide his food, or even feed it to his dog Jagga.

His parents and siblings knew all along that he was devolving anorexia, but they did nothing about it. He lived in the type of house where everyone dealt with their own shit.

Two years later and way under the average BMI for a boy his age and height, he stopped leaving the house. He refused to go to school. All he ever did was listen to the sounds of his stomach grumbling. The sound of his heart faltering. The pain in his legs was nothing compared to what he felt when his neighbor finally got a boyfriend.

I cannot describe the pain in his eyes every time he looked out the window to see Tyler and his boyfriend having fun, making our even. Troye often dreamed about the cute neighbor boy, he imagined what kissing him would feel like. Bare in mind he had never kissed anyone before in his fifteen years of living on this planet that we call earth. One thing that Troye often wondered was, Will it last? He wondered whether Tyler and the mystery boys relationship would last. How long will they be together for? Are they in love?

He wanted to be loved. That's all he ever wanted.

It was quite heartbreaking to watch him lie in bed all day, just staring up at the ceiling and dreaming of what could be. Could. He never dreamt of what can be. He wasn't much of an optimist, if you ask me.

Three times a day he'd use the restroom. And each time that he did, he'd scrutinize himself in front of the mirror. He couldn't think of one good quality he had. To him, he was essentially worthless. If he were to die he wouldn't really care all that much. Troye often dreamt about pressing the barrel of a pistol up to his forehead. He always awoke disappointed when he realized that it was all but a dream.

Day after day, he'd sit by the large window in his bedroom, watching Tyler and his boyfriend having fun together. One day he finally snapped, grabbing the nearest pair of scissors that he could find. He ran into his bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on, he got straight to work. Pressing the shaft of the sheers firmly into his wrist and dragging it along. He felt numb, like only the affection of his neighbor could bring him back to life. Troye's sad life swam around in this perpetual cycle, until one day, two years later..

He was sitting on his bed by the large window, ever so often he's glance at the scissors on his desk. Then he heard a loud groan and yelp, he looked to his neighbors house, seeing Tyler laying flat on the pavement and his boyfriend towering above him. Something switched in him and he went running down the stairs, he ran out the front door to his house, completely disregarding his sleeveless, scarred up arms.

Troye looked from Tyler to his boyfriend. The boyfriend was about to kick Tyler when Troye shoved him to the ground, punching him square in the jaw. All he saw was red, he kept hitting the boy until his neighbor pulled him off of him. Tyler was shouting at him to stop. And Troye did. But when he looked at Tyler's face, he saw a black eye and a bloody lip.

"Did he do this to you?!" He shouted, jabbing the mystery boy in the chest.

Tyler hesitated, cowering in fear at Troye's tone of voice. It was quite frightening, especially after what had just happened to him. "N-No.." He shook rapidly, sitting down in the grass by himself.

Troye grabbed the mystery boy by the collar of his shirt, clenching it tightly in his fist.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He shoved his back against the side of Tyler's house, chest rapidly rising and falling. He was ready to kill the bastard.

"I'm his boyfriend, so you better fucking go before I beat you to death, too!" The mystery boy, glowered at Troye, about to kick him when Troye threw him to the ground.

"Stay the fuck away from him." He spoke calmly. Too calm for the situation.

"No, he's mi-"

"I SAID STAY THE FUCK AWAY!" Troye walked over to Tyler, grabbing his hand to help him off the grass.

"W-Where are y-you t-t-taking m-me?.." Tyler cried and shook, breathing heavily.

"Somewhere safe."

And Troye did take him somewhere safe. His heart. And his home as well.. He held the broken boy as he panicked and shook. The feeling of finally being able to touch him was far more incredible than any fantasy he ever could've dreamed of.

In short: It was nothing short of magical.

Lets keep things moving along, shall we? Two more years later, when they're both nineteen years old, Troye takes Tyler to the beach in the dead of winter. It's freezing cold, they're huddled up together in a blanket by the shoreline. One second they were watching the sunset, and the next, Troye was popping the question.

"Hey, Tilly?" He asked nervously, craning his head to gaze into his beloveds eyes. Tyler looked to his left, glancing at Troye's moonlit face.

"Yeah?" Tyler licked his lips, the hand he had on Troye's thigh was lightly stroking it.

That's when the nerves set in. Troye completely shut down, struggling to get even one word out. I felt bad for the poor kid.

"I-I uh, ha-have y-"

"Babe, are you okay?" Tyler tucked a strand of hair behind Troye's ear, which resulted in making him feel even more nervous.

"We- uh.. We've been dating for a l-long time and.." Troye trailed off, scratching the scars on his left arm- a nervous habit of his.

"And?... Are you- Troye, are you breaking up with me?" Tyler gawked at the younger boy, tears welling up in his aquamarine eyes.

"No! Of course not, Ty.." Troye closed his eyes, taking a deep, long breath. He opened them again, holding both of Tyler's hands in his. "Tilly, have you ever thought of.. of marriage?... With me." The Aussie held his breath, expecting rejection.

"Well, yeah we've talked about it before.. And we graduated high school last year.."

"Would you ever like to marry me?" Troye bit his lip, getting ready to reach into his pocket any minute now.

"That depends.. Are you asking?" Tyler had the biggest smile on his face. In fact, if it got any bigger, his face would split in half.

"How would you feel about maybe renting an apartment with me someday?.."

"I'd love to.. I've been wanting to move in with you for a while now." Tyler's smile softened and his breathing slowed down.

"Why?"

"Because I love you, obviously." Tyler quickly pecked Troye on the lips, sending electricity throughout his entire body. He'll never get used to his Tilly's kisses. They're.. Well, magical.

"I love you, too.." Troye let go of Tyler's right hand, keeping a light hold o his left. He allowed the blanket to fall from his shoulders. Tyler must've known what was coming next, cause he stood up in the sand. Troye got down on one knee, pulling the ring and box out of the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Matthew Tyler Oakley, from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew that it was love at first sight. I'm not gonna tell you the story of how my self harm days started, but I'll tell you how they ended. From the moment that you came into my life, I made a promise not to myself that I would stop.. cutting. I've been clean ever since. Sure I still get urges every now and then, but you help me through them. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to make you smile every single day. I love you so so fucking much, Tilly. Will you marry me?"

Tyler looked at Troye, then to the ring, then back to his adoring boyfriend. He clasped a hand over his mouth as tears streamed down his blushing cheeks. He nodded profusely as he sniffled and whimpered softly.

"Y-Yes. Yes, Troye I will marry you." Troye slipped the small black band onto Tyler's ring finger, the nine diamonds going across it glimmered beautifully in the moonlight. Troye then got to his feet, embracing Tyler warmly.

It was one of those old Hollywood type of engagements, you know? The perfect man proposes to the beautiful wo-- man. The wedding was perfect, too. Tyler wanted it to be small, just their closest friends, relatives and family members. Tyler's father wasn't invited, but his mother showed up. It was a black and violet themed wedding, and of course, they honeymooned in the mountains where they rented a lodge.
There was skiing and snowboarding, but most of all they had each other. They were being very traditional and had sex in the bed at the lodge. There was a nice, warm fireplace by the living room area where they cuddled up afterwards. It's a good thing that it was a private lodge, cause those two weren't exactly being quite, if you catch my drift.

Seven years later, Troye's twenty-sixth birthday rolls around the corner. He finds himself coming home late from work, what he didn't expect to find was a pickup truck parked outside of his house where he lives with Tyler.
"What the hell?" He thought aloud as he got out of his car. Troye walked right up to the front door of the house, fumbling with his keys to unlock it. When he finally did, he dropped his briefcase by the door, noticing the abandoned clothing on the floor by the foyer. Troye grabbed a picture frame off the wall, smashing it to bits and pieces. He tightly gripped a large shard of glass in his hand, approaching him and his husbands bedroom.

"Tyler?.." He whispered, slowly opening the bedroom door to see Tyler naked underneath a tall, dark haired man. He couldn't take the constant moans and groans sounding from the one he loved, so he grabbed another picture frame off the bedroom wall, starting towards his bed. He smashed their large wedding picture over the mystery mans head, loving the way blood trickled down his back. He's fucking his husband. He deserved that one.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, TYLER? HUH? IT'S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!" Troye shoved the unconscious man off of Tyler, sending him to the floor.

"I-I thought you w-were working late tonight.." Tyler crawled backwards up the bed, back flat against the headboard.

"We'll I'm not. Is this some sort of regular occurrence? Does my MPD really turn you off that badly?" Troye's once loud voice was now down to a broken whisper, tears streamed down his red-hot cheeks.

"No! Of course not, Troye! I love you."

"That's nothing but a fucking lie and you know it!" Troye shouted at the top of his lungs. His mind was being controlled by his rage. All he saw in that moment was red.

"N-No.. Troye it's not w-w-what you t-think." Tyler was crying, constantly sniffling and wiping at his pained eyes.

"Really? Cause to me it looks like you were letting some man fuck you on my fucking birthday!"

"P-Please don't kill m-m-me.. I'm sorry, baby. We can w-work through this together."

"I'm not going to kill you, Tyler. I'm going to kill myself. I'm worthless and depressed. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've started to cut again. And it's all your fault!" Troye wasn't thinking straight- he wasn't thinking at all. His judgment was clouded by his pure rage and hurt. He brought the large shard of glass up to his throat, pressing harshly on it.

"NO!" Tyler jumped out of the bed, lunging at Troye. But it was too late, Troye had already slid the sharp glass along the expanse of his neck, leaving him on the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

He killed himself and it was all Tyler's fault.

Two years later, when to remorse and grief reached its peak, Tyler pressed the muzzle of a pistol up to his forehead, finger over the trigger. He stood in the same spot in which his deceased husband Troye had killed himself on. Tyler breathed heavily, wanting nothing more than for his heartbeat to falter- to beat no more.

"I really do love you, Troye."

And with that he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through the front of his skull and out the back of it.

He did it for Troye.

And that my friends was the story of a boy named Troye. He had a short life, but he got the most out of it. You tell me how many people fell in love and stayed that way for so many years. Not very many, but you can put Troye Mellet and Tyler Mellet on that list.

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A/N

Tbh I had a lot of fun writing this... It was sad, then cute, then sad af again. I hate me..

What'd you guys think of this?

Bye|Rachel.

Twitter|@Troylerflamingo