twenty one pilots one shots

The Drop

A/N: Sorry this isn't part four for I Will Sing, for You, a Song lol this is just another Jyler bc their my otP

People Involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warning(s): None

Sometimes I let my mind spirit me away into its desert, especially as of late; I'm too tired and weak to fight back.

Every time I find myself in the imminent waste, there's a fistful of water in my right hand, and miles and miles of desert lying tauntingly before me in every direction.

I know the drill.

Forward. Don't let the water run out. If it runs out, you'll die here, all alone. By the time someone finds you, your body will be nothing but dry, dusty bones.

I let out a shaky breath. I always fail, no matter how tightly I will strain; the sand will slow me down, and the water will drain.

It was a cruel cycle, but I can't do anything about it.

I break out into a sprint, closing my fist tighter to make the cracks less wide. Sand trails behind me as I swing my feet back and forth so I can maybe, just maybe, reach the end with enough water to spare.

The sun beats down on me, and as I progress on my journey, it only seems to beat down on me with more intensity than before.

I began to feel tired as my legs grew sore and I was sweating profusely. My sweat has probably mixed into the water in my hand, but I didn't care.

I just needed to keep going.

I needed to keep pushing.

I willed some more energy and ran faster, only to trip over the smallest sprout of vegetation.

I fell face-first into the sand, the grainy, minuscule particles of rock filling my mouth and the water spilling from my opening hand.

I lifted my face from the sand and watched my precious water, all that I had and all that I needed, darken the sand before drying up.

I've been through this more times than I can count, but every time I lose the water, a dark hole of despair gapes inside me.

I dug through the sand to search for a drop, just one drop, but to no avail.

I felt a lump form in my throat, making my throat hurt whenever I tried to swallow it.

I let out a yell, pouring every ounce of emotion and every decibel of volume into the single cry that no one will hear.

I let the tears fall, the salty, bitter drops offering little relief from my thirst.

For yet another time, I haven't found a drop of life. I haven't found a drop of water. And I haven't found a drop of her.

Tyler... The ghost of her voice riding the wind whistling around me.

My head snapped up, my eyes darting over the dry landscape to find her.

"Jenna!" I called, springing to my feet. "Jenna!"

I began to run. Though I was completely out of physical energy, the rush of joy and hope that rolled off her tongue and leaked through her teeth filled me with a new energy; an energy that was much more empowering than any other kind.

Hope.

As I crested another dune, I could see her silhouette against the sun.

A grin spread across my face, my legs pumping with the desire to be next to her, to feel her light and warmth to eliminate the blizzard of my soul.

I climbed the final dune, my eyes glued to the top, where she was standing.

This final dune was steep; I kept slipping and falling down.

"Jenna!" I cried, spitting out sand.

Tyler...

"Help me, Jenna!" I begged. "I need to get to you, Jenna! You're the drop. You're the drop of life that'll keep me company in this lifeless desert. You're the drop of water I need to stay alive. You're you, Jenna. I need a drop of you. Please!"

At first, she was just a blinding light, but as she grew closer, the light faded, revealing her face little by little.

I saw her eyes, the only place where I could get lost and still feel at home.

I saw her smile, so infectious that you can't help but smile back, no matter how terrible or sad you felt.

I saw her face, my taste in music, the thing that made the songs on the radio just barely mediocre.

Jenna holds out her hand, and I reach out to take it.

Our fingers interlace, and the desert sands blow away, the black sky swirling into a bright blue one.

I found myself on top of the Eiffel Tower, down on one knee with a black box in my hand.

I remembered. As I got down on one knee to ask Jenna Elizabeth Black to marry me, my mind took control again.

What if she says no? What if she laughs in my face?

But for once, something good came out of thinking much, because I knew exactly what I needed to say before I asked her to marry me.

"Jenna, I sometimes refer to my mind as a desert. And I'm running through it, a fistful of water in my hand, and that was all I had. But I always lost the water. After the water drains, I search desperately for a drop of life, a drop of water, a drop of someone who will be there for me.

"You are the drop, Jenna. You're the drop of life that'll keep me company in this lifeless desert. You're the drop of water I need to stay alive. You're the drop of the person that will be there for me.

"You know I always think too much. You know I have bad days. But you're always there, acting as the drop of life, the drop of water, the drop of you. And... I don't know what I'd do if I were to get lost in that desert and I didn't have you there.

"So, Jenna Elizabeth Black, will you marry me?"

Jenna had her hands over her mouth the whole time, but now it's dropped as she places them on her chest. "Yes," She answers tearfully, nodding vigorously. "Yes, Tyler, I will marry you!"

I don't think I've ever smiled wider in all my years.

I leapt to my feet, my trembling fingers taking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto her finger.

We both looked up from her ring and found ourselves staring right at each other.

I shake my head and slam my lips against hers.

I've done it.

I've found a wife.

I've found my dime-piece wife.

I've found the drop.

And I couldn't be happier.

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THIS IS THE BEST FRICKING THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN IM ACTUALLY CRYING UGH

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-BAILEY