Twenty one pilots imagines.

Letting go

"Josh's death," Tyler stood at the podium of the funeral. "Hit me pretty hard"
He tried his hardest to not cry in front of mourning family members. None of them knew Josh like Tyler did. Now, Tyler doesn't even know himself.
"He was fun. Alive." He stared down at his shaking hands.
"Before he left he wrote a letter, and it was only right I write him back" Tyler snickered at the thought of reading it to people who have only seen Josh once. He looked at his paper without thinking about it a spoke with his shaky voice.
"Dear Josh,
        This is my fault. If I wouldn't be so sensitive we would have never had the fight. It all my fault. I can't live with that. I killed you. I killed you Josh! Do you understand that! I sat in that hospital like i wasn't guilty. I killed you! I love you Josh! How can I say that? How can your killer still love you with every ounce of love he can give out? How can he stand here in front of your family and tell them how much he loved you and how much you loved him? I love you Josh. So so much."
Tyler had more written in his letter but he couldn't continue. His body was shaking like it was snowing only on him. He was crying out all the water he had drunk before this. He was yelling. He was yelling so loud. Maybe, if he yelled loud enough, Josh might hear him?