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Your relationship with Connor was almost perfect. He was respectful, romantic even. He treated you like glass that would shatter if he even looked at it too harshly. The only problem you had was that Connor wasn’t out to his family; or anyone, for that matter. So he kept everthing that happened behind the scenes a secret. Until that fateful day.
Connor walked into school, the stares shouldn’t be bothering him as he had gotten used to them, but it felt... off. He lifted his head up from the floor and looked around. This time was different. Instead of the occasional glare from one or two students every few meters, it was everyone. Everyone was looking at Connor. When he was temporarily caught off guard, he ran into Chad Beckman, the fucking prick. He slammed the long haired boy against the nearest locker with a BOOM.
“You’re a faggot, Murphy. We knew all along.” Connor’s life seemed to drain from his face.
“What..?” He softly asked. Chad pulled his phone from his pocket and showed him the picture that had been spread around the school. His eyes widened as his breath seemed to get stuck in his throat. The picture was a photo of him and you, kissing each other goodbye in front of your doorstep. Someone seemed to have seen you and taken a picture, and spread it around the school. Connor stared at the picture in horror. Who could have taken this? Then he realized who lived right beside you.
Evan- motherfucking- Hansen.
Connor got back to himself when he felt a stinging sensation against his cheek, and his head hitting the lockers. Chad pulled his fist back.
“Listen to me, fag.” He made effort to really pronounce the slur as he started, “We don’t like people like you. I don’t want a pillow princess of a man in my school, do you hear me? Same goes for L/n.” Connor ignored the small cut on his cheek that was starting to really hurt at this point. Instead he got furious.
“If you touch a hair on M/n’s body I will end your life.” He threated, but Chad didn’t feel the intimidation soak through him as much as Connor had wanted him to. Chad chuckled and swung at Connor again. The tall boy closed his eyes and waited for impact that never came. Instead he hear a loud smack and a grunt, then a body fall to the floor. Connor opened his eyes to see you on the floor, his your lip busted and gushing with blood. He pushed Chad away in panic with strength he didn’t know he had. He fell on his knees next to you and inspected your wounded face.
“Why did you do that, M/n?” But you didn’t reply. You simply stood up, pulling Connor with you and running out with his hand still in yours. He followed; it’s not like he had a choice. You ran out of school as quickly as you had entered the building that day, scared of the next one.
You and Connor spent the rest of that day patching each other up, thinking about the future, and a lot of crying in each other’s arms, and ended in cuddles. You planned the future would have to go after that day, and after a little hesitation, Connor agreed.
The days got worse after that incident.
The whispers turned to things being thrown, screams, homophobic songs on the bus, physical and mental violence.
It went on for a month, until Connor didn’t show up to school.
Worried, you waited the whole day for him to show as you felt the paper hit the back of your head. But he didn’t.
As you walked home from your tutor, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It was Connor. You tried to shield your phone from the rain and the coldness as you read his text.
Connie
hey m/n. sorry that i was a no-show today. must’ve sucked by yourself. i’m sorry you didn’t get to see me for a last time.
Confused, you watched the “Connie is typing...” pop up and away a few times.
Connie
you see, i love you. and i don’t regret anything i’ve ever had with you, i need you to hear and understand that. i just... i can’t stand it anymore, m/n.
Having a feeling where this is going, your heart started racing as you typed in:
N/n
Connor. Where are you?
Connie
i can’t stand the abuse anymore. i had to do something.
Your heart dropped at this.
N/n
What did you do?
You watched the chat bubble pop up and disappear a bunch of times before a text finally arrived.
Connie
i took every single pill in my med cabinet
Tears welled in your eyes as you felt your soul leave your body.
N/n
Where the fuck are you?
Connor?
Where are you????
Honey, please.
Connie
By the tree. Come say good bye, please.
You knew exactly which tree he meant. It was the oak tree, your favorite spot. Pocketing your phone, you started running, not caring if it would fall out.
The 30 minute way you ran in 15, scared for your boy’s life. You crossed the street, almost being hit by a car, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have a care in the world besides Connor right now. So you ran. When you arrived at the oak tree, you crashed onto the ground next to Connor, who looked peaceful with his eyes closed. He tiredly opened his eyes and smiled at you.
“My love.” He said hoarsely, “I knew you would make it in time.” The tears that have been falling since you got that text not dropped onto Connor.
“I called an ambulance. They’ll be here soon, please- just, stay awake for me.” You said, sobbing. Connor frowned.
“Why?” He asked.
“WHY?!” You yelled in reply, “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, CONNOR MURPHY! I CAN’T LOSE YOU!!!” You yelled in his face, which didn’t seem to do a lot for him. Who could blame him, his brain was putty, his heart was slowing and so was his lung, he couldn’t think straight as the sirens could be heard nearby. You held Connor in your arms as he closed his eyes, trying to drift away. Then, his lung stopped. The amount of medication he took must’ve slowed his heart to a stop, because his eyes shot open and he held onto his throat, desperately trying to breathe. You looked at him in panic, layed him down on his back and connected your lips to manually give him air. It didn’t seem to really work, so you tried to comfort him as the ambulance pulled up. They quickly put Connor on a stretcher and put a type of oxygen mask on him, allowing him to breathe.
You cried all the way to the hospital and in the waiting room. The sobs of dread turing into happiness when they told you they saved his life. You rushed into the room and sat by his side, watching him like a hawk. When he woke up from his slumber, he looked around until his gaze met yours.
“Good morning, handsome.” You said lovingly. Connor burst into tears on the spot.
“You saved my life.” He cried. You scooted your chair closer and put your hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb.
“I love you, Connor. I will always love you.”
“I love you, M/n.”