Hey.
Day three.
We've made plans for your funeral. It's in a couple of days, and I'm playing The Fray, as you requested in your letter. Maybe I'll play a little too. I could play Happy Little Pill.
The group isn't the same without you. We rarely sit together at lunch anymore. We don't even talk. I've only talked to Connor in the past couple days.
Everything's falling apart without you here. Please come back.
~Troye
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Dear Diary || troyler
FanfictionTroye Sivan vents to lined paper as his best friend, Tyler Oakley, is in a coma.
