Welcome fam.
These are just one shots for when I have an idea.
Here goes!!
Im sorry but joshler.
It only mentions the relationship not technically joshler.
Tyler's pov
It's dark and cold and windy.
I'm walking home by myself.
I haven't been home in weeks because my mother passed away and my dad became abusive.
Josh broke up with me too.
We'd been together so long and he was my rock but he left.
He said I was bringing him down and that it was for the best.
I loved him.
No.
I love him.
We were close, I thought, and then he slowly began to break away from me.
That's why I became depressed.
I guess my depression was bringing him down but honestly, he caused it.
He started to shut me out.
So I'm walking home alone in the darkness. It seems like I've been walking forever but it's only been about two minutes. I had my head down as I approached my front door.
I knock, which felt odd because I used to live there. The door slowly opened. My shadow tilted its head up to see Josh crying.
Why is he here?
I looked in and my dad was on the floor shaking. Josh collapsed on his knees and shook vigorously. I just stood in the door way confused. I teared up seeing Josh's face, which I haven't seen in about a month. I missed his facial features, the distinct ones that only he had.
I took a step in.
"Tyler I'm sorry" my dad said to me.
I opened my mouth shocked.
"I'm sorry too. I love you Tyler."
Before I could think my mind shot out of my mouth and I couldn't stop myself.
"You think a sorry is gonna cut it? I've been on the streets for seven whole weeks by myself. I almost ended it when you left me Josh and dad you kicked me out because you were drunk. Do you know you abused me when you got drunk because of moms death? Well DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT?! I've waited all this time, weeks that have seemed like years, to hear an 'I'm sorry' after almost ending my life every day because no one cares about me? I'm sorry?"
Josh sobbed.
My dad sat shocked.
I was shocked myself but I couldn't show it.
"Tyler please-"
"Save it Josh. I'm going home."
"Tyler where is home?" My dad asked.
"On the edge of a ledge. And as soon as my feet slip and my body hits the ground, I'm home."
I walked out the door slowly, turning off of the sidewalk and walking straight towards the tallest building in Columbus.
I reached the building, climbed the stairs slowly, contemplating life (more time than in the elevator), and made it to the roof.
I walked to the edge.
My feet slipped.
My body hit the ground.
I am home.
