In With the Old.

Chapter 1; But, Why?

Josh POV;
I wake up, early like normal to get in my morning jog that i would casually take to relieve things off my shoulders. Turning over I expect my smaller boyfriend to be cuddles beside me. But he isn't. Panic sets in. Hard. All I can do is worry, what has he gotten himself into again? I jump up immediately, I glance over to the flashing alarm clock the reads '6:45a.m'. Sunrise. Jogging to the kitchen, i stop as soon as I reach the kitchen. I look down the small corridor to where I see Tyler.
All I can do is peer, making tiptoe movements.
"Tyler?"

Nothing.

"Tyler?"
I ask louder, making sure he can hear me. All I do is pray to myself he has nothing in his hands. Once i get in view I see him standing in front of the kitchen window, looking into the foggy morning with his messy bed hair all balled up on his head. He's still in his flannel sleeping pants and short sleeve shirt that advertised something.

"Tyler,"

I cooed from my lips. Now I can hear something. It's Tyler. He's humming, but I can't comprehend the words. I know what he has in his hands.
In his hand was a pen. A pen? He was tattering it across his pale white arm, tearing his skin to pieces along with with blood dripping.

"No Tyler, stop!"

I shout out in a slur, picking up a run as I run to where he is in stance, grabbing his hand and tugging it from his arm. Taking the pen, I throw it in the trash. All Tyler has is a blank stare, his pupils fully dilated and his mind focused.

"Pretty."

Was the only word I heard escape Tyler's pinned lips with morning chapped lips. I take his hands and look at him.

"Tyler, this isn't you. Tyler, come back."

I said in my most calming voice.
Nothing.
Not a sound, not a move.

"Tyler, It's me. Please."

I grabbed his face in my hands, cupping his thin cheeks and focusing his blood shot eyes on me.
Suddenly i feel a sense of warmth run through Tyler's body and to mine. His head shakes and he looks at me, closely.

"Blurryface."

He sputtered in one word replies. That's all he gave me. I knew exactly what he meant. He was coming out of his mental state now.
I kindly lead him down to a seat and grabbed a wet wash cloth from the sink, squatting down and running my hand through my hair. I gently run the cold cloth down the deep tears on his skin.
Tyler moves his head down and looks at me, his eyes falling to deep concern.

"I-It happened again, didn't it?"

He muttered low in tone.
I didn't answer in words, I just nodded. I wrap a bandage around his arm and and seal it with a type of tape.

"We're going to fight this Tyler. Together."

"But, Why you still stick around, Josh? It's hurting you too,"

Tyler was a wreck. He looked like he hadn't slept in months, potentially because he truly hadn't. Dreams kept him awake all the time.

"Because I love you. More than you'll ever know. And when you love someone, nothing else matters. You are better than Blurryface."

I said in an angelic tone, taking a stand and running my hands through his brown hair and looking down at him. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, I help him from his seat.
Taking his hand, I pull him to our bedroom. I plop down and wait for him to join. Once he joins me, my bulkier arms wrap around his smaller body.

"you need some rest."

I suggest to him, nuzzling my whole body closer to him. He nods and whispers, 'i love you' lightly.

"I love you."

I whisper back into his ear, quickly dozing back off into a deep slumber and hoping for him to do the exact same.
(I am so sorry for shortness. I hope you like it.)
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