Pulchritudinous ➻ Joshler

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•{Hiraeth}•
[hɨraɪ̯θ]
Noun
hiraeth m (uncountable)
1. Homesickness
2. an intense form of longing or nostalgia, wistfulness

    —•10 years old•—

Josh woke up with a headache. A mild migraine some would say. One that he couldn't manage to get rid of. Even though he hadn't even tried. He just left it there. He left it to grow and expand, in ways in which he couldn't lay his finger upon. The migraine was his anchor. An anchor that told him he was here. He was alive. This was real life.

Being cocooned in his bed however, made him think about everything in his life, the good, the bad. Things he'd tried to push out of his mind. Certain things that he didn't want to remember.

For example, how three years ago Tyler had left him. That Christmas night engraved inside his mind. Never wearing away. Never washing away. Just, there. A constant reminder that he was gone.

      —•Flashback•—

Tyler sneaked through Josh's front door at one in the morning. His parents owned a spare key in case anything went wrong or just in case there was an emergency. So technically, this wasn't classed as breaking in. He'd been preparing a speech for a little while now, ever since Josh and his father left their house to return home.

"Josh...?" he whispered into the darkness. Hoping that he'd made this easier by Josh being downstairs. He didn't want to be here. Tyler wished he could just turn around and leave. But he knew that would be extremely unfair. So upon hearing no reply, he slowly shut the front door and made his shoes softly press into the carpet, trying to to make any noise as he made his way up the stairs, towards Josh's room. They'd been to each other's houses so many times that they could most likely recite each other's blueprints by now.

Once he was stood outside of Josh's seemingly intimidating door he took a deep breath. Was it really worth putting Josh thought all this pain? Tyler shook away his thought before they could convince him otherwise. Slowly opening the door, in case it squeaked he softly called out into the surrounding oblivion.

"Josh...?" Tyler whispered upon seeing Josh's small figure under his large blue and green sheets. He looked so peaceful in the moonlight. Josh must've forgot to close his curtains. He'll probably regret that in the morning.

"Tyler...? What are you doing here?" Josh yawned as he looked up to see Tyler's blurry silhouette in the door way. His voice was soft but slightly gravelly. Obviously not having yet gone through puberty yet.

Seven was a pure age. Their innocence radiates from one an other wildly. The world not yet having taught them about the dangerous and disguising things that are out there.

Tyler quickly looked behind him, towards Josh's father's room to see if he had awoken him upon his arrival. But upon seeing his door still shut, with no noises coming from that general area, he assumed that he was asleep. So he shut Josh's bedroom door and walked over to Josh's tired form.

"Hey Joshie, ummm, I don't have long, okay? So this has to be quick." Tyler whispered softly as laid down on Josh's bed, his head resting upon Josh's chest as they began to cuddle each other affectionately. "I need to tell you something."

"Uuggghh Ty, can't it wait?" Josh replied impatiently pushing his head into Tyler's neck.

"No, Joshie, it really can't..." Tyler stated as he began playing with Josh's brown delicate curls.

"What's wrong Tyler?" Josh asked as he lifted his face to look into Tyler's eyes looking for any sort of comfort or reassurance. But at the same time, almost falling back asleep because of Tyler's small hands.

"I have to go, Josh" Tyler replied looking up at Josh face as it scrunched up with confusion. Tyler was instantly rejecting his decision. He really didn't want to do this. But he had too.

"What do you mean? You just got here" Josh asked in confusion as he started to play with Tyler's hair as well as Tyler playing with his. 

"No Joshie," Tyler chuckled lightly but it didn't last long because it soon turned into a frown "I mean, I'm moving."

Josh's eyes shot wide open; no longer feeling sleepy anymore. Both of their hands shot off of each other as they sat up.

"Wha-what do you m-mean, Tyler?" Josh stuttered nervously looking into Tyler's eyes for any sign of that he was joking. Upon finding nothing to support his theory. He knew that he'd meant it. He just didn't want to believe it.

"I mean, that I'm moving house, Joshua. My...my grandfather is poorly, and we want to move to where he is because we want him to get better," Tyler whispered sadly "we only just got a phone call from the hospital, he's been there for a little while already. Daddy's already applied for a job over there." Tyler was a good kid. He'd never lie. Especially to Josh. So Josh had no doubt in his mind that this wasn't the truth.

His eyes began to fill with a liquid that was soon to become familiar to him as he tackled Tyler into a pleading hug. "Tyler, please don't leave me..." Josh cried into Tyler's neck; his tears beginning to shower onto the others dry skin. Moisturising the surface which it trailed upon.

"I-I-I'm so sorry Jishwa," Tyler said softly as he also began to cry into Josh's hair. He couldn't seem to control his emotions. Why is he crying? Was he not happy? "I'll visit. I promise. And besides, you'll always have this" Tyler concluded as his hand found its way to Josh's small locket from underneath pyjamas. "Whenever you miss me I want you to wear it and remember that I'll be back again soon".

Josh looked down at Tyler's hand where the locket was placed. Upon looking down his eyes found their was towards Tyler's bracelet. However, he wasn't wearing it. Josh didn't understand. Maybe he had a shower.

"I love you, Tyler" Josh sighed, hugging the other extremely tightly.

"...I-I love you too, Josh" Tyler whispered.

     —•End Of Flashback•—

...But Tyler hadn't visited, he hadn't even send a post card, nor have his Tyler's parents even decided to message Josh's dad, or him in anyway.

So he just gave up, he knew that if Tyler wanted to talk to him there were so many ways that he could decide to contact him. So Josh had settled on the thought that Tyler didn't want to be his best friend anymore. Not just that, he didn't even want to know Josh anymore.

Three long years he'd been sat waiting by the phone, always expecting a call from Tyler. And whenever someone would ring. His hopes would restore. Then instantly crash land into the pits of hell when he didn't hear Tyler's cheerful voice through the receiver.

Three long years he'd spent constantly nagging his dad, asking if Tyler's parents had messaged him or were in anyway active on social media. He'd told Josh that he'd tried talking to them on many occasions. But they always left him on read. Clearly ignoring everything he'd tried to send them.

Three long years he'd been waiting on Tyler to return home.

And it was like he'd suddenly been wiped off the map.

No calls.

No messages.

No postcards.

No visits.

Nothing.

He didn't even know where Tyler had gone. Josh thought Ohio was great, so why wouldn't he come back? Was it really that bad? What if it was Josh's fault? Had he ruined everything? What had he done wrong? They'd been friends for so long, so why ignore him?

Josh had been asking himself these questions for a long time.

Until he eventually he grew tired of Tyler's silly little games and gave up.

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Words: 1348.
Edited. Ish.
Defo need to spend a long time editing these early chapters.
Let me know if there's any mistakes, ty. x