Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)

And Now I Just Sit In Silence. ::.Epilogue.::

You can't run from death. You can stop yourself from running into it, but it'll get you eventually.

Several years later:
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I sat beside him in his hospital bed. Examining his face I saw the wrinkles and the bags under his eyes. Time was not kind; for we had grown old.

Every now and again his monitor would bleep, the only thing left that indicated whether or not he was still breathing. The nurses told me he didn't have long left in this world. We didn't tell him that, but I think he already knew his time would come soon.
"We had a good run." Tyler smiles at me through a series of tubes, which were now the only things keeping him alive.
"We did, but it's not over yet." I say to him. It saddens me that he speaks as if that would be the last thing he ever says, but brings a smile to know that he would choose his words so wisely. He smirks gently. We both knew I was just saying that. We both knew I was lying.

That was the only things we said for a while until he suddenly sat up. He throws his arms up and reaches out for something, as if he were about to hug someone.
"Aria Smith! I knew you'd come!" He grins joyfully. I blink a few times at him before drawing my attention to the empty corner he was staring at.
"Tyler--" I hesitate. "Aria's dead, she died 50 years ago." I sigh.
"No, she didn't. She's right there!" He insists pointing again to the empty corner.
"Tyler, you need to get some rest." I sigh quietly. Aria was long dead and soon Tyler would be dead too.
"No! Josh you're not looking. She's right in front of us! Look!" He urges, shaking my shoulder trying to make me look at the corner. Tyler had done this before. Age had caused him to go senile. He no longer felt like the Tyler I'd once knew. He was slowly losing himself- and I was slowly losing him.

"How old is Aria?" I ask him calmly.
"She's young, about 21." He smiles at the wall.
"And how old are you?" I ask.
"Well I'm-I'm." He stutters. Though it breaks my heart to see him like this I know it's for the best.
"Look at your hands." I say.
"Why are you asking me such a-" he looks at his old wrinkling hands.
"Oh." He says quietly leaning back into his bed. He thought he was young and the look on his face made me want to cry.
"Tyler...I'm so sorry. I-" I begin saying.
"No, no. It's fine. She's dead. It's okay, it's okay." He smiles at me reassuringly. But I know what kind of smile that was, I'd recognise it anywhere- it was a sad smile.
"Jenna will be here soon." I say to him in hope of cheering him up.
"Jenna? My wife?" He asks, making sure he remembered who she was. I nod my head.
"And you're daughter." I add. He'd only had and child with Jenna, and they loved her to pieces and she loved them all the same.
"Good." He whispers closing his eyes. It was clear he was exhausted, and needed some rest so I decided to let him sleep until they arrived.

Once they arrived I didn't need to wake him because he'd already sensed them come through the door. Jenna immediately smiled at the site of him.
"Tyler, how are you feeling, honey." She asks leaning in to kiss his forehead.
"I'm fine. Just at little too old is all." He says gazing deep into her eyes. When he looked at her I see the old Tyler. The Tyler that fell in love with that same Jenna. The Tyler that was young. The Tyler that wasn't dying. Every day that I can recall, Tyler would look Jenna in the eyes like she was his life source. And even now, 50 years later, he still looks at her that very same way.

After he'd seen Jenna he drew his eyes to his daughter. She smiled awkwardly at her old,worn out, but still caring dad.
"Hey, dad." She says hugging him.
"Hey." He croaks, " How are you?" He asks.
"I'm good, the baby keeps kicking though." She replies, rubbing the small bump on her stomach where the baby would be. Tyler laughs slightly, but I can tell he's upset that he'll never be around to see his grandchild. It must crush his fragile soul to know that he won't be alive the time his daughter has her child. He deserved more than this. He deserved to live. All that he's done for everyone, for me, he needed to go down swinging, but of course, like all honest endings this wasn't going to be happy. His death was going to hurt like hell.