Falling Too {tyler joseph fic}

Seventeen

Hey so I kind of forgot I had this story going but also didn't have any ideas for it until I was stuck at the airport for like ever so I decided to pick it back up. Hopefully I'll be doing slightly more regular updates but will be busy until July so maybe not yet. Anyways sorry about the break and enjoy.

::.Mentions of suicide
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Ari pov

A month had passed since Zach died and Tyler almost never spoke to me anymore. I knew it wasn't because he was mad at or tired of me, but his lack of presence failed to provide me with a sense of purpose and I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into my emotions.

Laying on my bed I stared at my phone, willing someone to text or call, but of course no one did. I was exhausted from everything yet nothing and sat up, swiftly walking downstairs and out the back door.

I didn't pay attention to where I was going but somehow I ended up outside Tyler's house. It was completely dark, an understandable finding for 2:47am but I could see a faint light filtering through Tyler's window, perhaps a dim lamp or maybe a phone screen.

I sighed as I stated at it. I wanted desperately to text him that I was here but didn't want to seem creepy despite the strong friendship we once had.

After a few more minutes I turned to continue down the street. There was something about the blackness of the night and the man made lights as they clashed against the dark that made the atmosphere of the night seem eerie yet comforting. As if being the only one out at this time entitled me to membership at an elite club.

Smiling to myself as I wandered through the shops with their doors locked and homes with the windows drawn, I realized I had crossed into the next town. Not wanting to completely lose myself I turned down a street I thought would take me home.

I kept walking, the elation I previously experienced waning as I found myself approaching the bridge I had found Tyler on the night of his brothers death. The bridge I had tried to jump off two years ago.

I knew I should walk faster to get away from it or turn down a different street to avoid it entirely, but I couldn't. I walked to the rail and leaned over, observing the water as it rushed through the banks in a fast yet therapeutic way.

As I stood there I began thinking about Tyler. I didn't want to, but couldn't help but worry about the relationship I had lost. I thought of him alone in his room and the phone in his hands, and the silence that fell from my back pocket and the disappointment I felt knowing that if he had wanted to talk to me he would have.

I knew this was a stupid thing to think about but it was all my mind would let me imagine. I felt as if our roles had switched from our first meetings as he was now the one ignoring me as I tried desperately to hold on.

Along with these thoughts came every other stress I had in my life. Every detail from the lack of emotion I felt towards my parents to the way I hated how my hair looked frizzy in a ponytail came crashing down making me sink to the ground, my hand over my mouth as I struggled to stifle the sobs pouring out.

I saw the street lights through blurry eyes as I sat upright, pulling myself back up to stand at the rail, the water roaring beneath me as I pulled myself up to sit on the ledge, my sandaled feet swaying in the cool breeze and my fingers tapping as they held the damp stone rail.

Lifting my head to the sky I exhaled slowly and before I knew it I was falling.