Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
This was the cycle, the cycle that remained.
This was all Troye could feel, all his body could muster.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
His head was numb and light, though somewhere in the back he felt as though he was carrying the world.
The world on his shoulders.
But then, this was the way to fall off of the planet.
Gone.
Gone, forever.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
This was Troye.
This was what he had become.
Weak and frail.
Weak and small.
Weak.
His eyelids burned, light flashed all around him.
He could hear, but he just could not decipher what was being said.
He could smell, but he just could not decipher what the scent was or where it was coming from.
Numb.
Paralyzed, he was defenceless and helpless.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
His eyes opened for a split second, a masked man stood over him.
For that short moment he could hear, see, taste, smell and even feel properly.
The beeping of machines, bright light, dry mouth, disinfectant and the ache.
The ache that was coursing through him, from his stomach to his head to his heart.
Everything was weighed down, so heavy, so.. never ending.
And then he closed his eyes once more.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
His head filled with floods of memories, then it calmed into a ripple. It grew into a small wave, lapping at his subconscious, then it formed another
tsunami.
This was Troye.
This was what he had become.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
The more time he spent in this cage of stillness, this lifeless state, the more the cycle quickened.
Light. Dark. Pain. Release.
Light. Dark. Pain. Release.
Then a breath filled his lungs.
"Troye? Troye? Can you hear me?" A voice was beside him no sooner than his eyes flickered open. "Troye? Tell me you can. Just say something.
Anything. Just tell me you're ok."
Parting his lips, a small groan tumbled from his mouth.
"Jesus fucking Jesus." Tyler celebrated. "Troye?"
"I love you." Troye whispered, his voice shaky.
"I love you more." He smiled.
"No. I love you most."
That was it.
The last turn of the wheel, the final cycle.
Light.
Dark.
Pain.
Release.
Gone.
Gone, forever.