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Connor sat in his apartment, staring at the floor, his phone in his lap. Connor sighed and dialled Zoe's number. The phone rang for a while before a familiar voice was heard from the other line,

[zoe]: "hello?"

[connor]: "Zoe? I can't do it"

[zoe]: "do what?"

[connor]: "call Troye, I just can't do it"

[zoe]: "that's okay, do it when you're ready"

[connor]: "but Zoe, I don't know if I'll ever be ready. What if he's the same way he was in high school, I don't want him in my life if he's like that"

[zoe]: "and what if he isn't? What if he's a new, nicer person? You'll never know unless you call, but if you don't want to I'm not going to force you"

[connor]: "okay"

[connor]: "well I got to go, I gotta run some errands. Thank you, Zoe, I'll talk to you soon"

[zoe]: "alright bye, Connor"

[connor]: "bye"

The call was ended and Connor walked to his front door, slipping on his black vans, his coat, grabbed his car keys, and heading out the door.

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