Cherished (Original//Official) - A Joshler Fanfiction

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It had been 6 days now.

3 more days since Tyler left the camp.

Tyler had been settling down at the park for the last week or so, and nothing felt right.

Everyday he would sleep for hours, and then wake up at midnight and wonder what Josh could be up to.

He wanted to be home with Josh, but he couldn't.

He knew if Josh was home by now, Josh would've found him at the park. But he hadn't.

"Tyler" Someone whispered and Tyler jumped into the air

He looked all around but no one was to be seen

"Find him." They whispered again.

Tyler was startled

But yet again, it was a sign, and these signs wouldn't stop confronting him

Tyler knew that it was his turn to save Josh, and not Josh's turn to save Tyler.

"Okay." Tyler spoke boldly, ditched his suitcase and ran around a busy town.

He bought out his phone and showed people pictures of Josh, but no one could identify him

"JOSH!" Tyler yelled at the top of his lungs, out of breath from sprinting in circles around the area.

It was no use.

Josh was gone.

Tyler couldn't give up.

He didn't care how tired he was, he needed to know if Josh was okay.

"I'm not letting you get away with this" Tyler said, running into shops and resturants

Tyler doubted Josh could be in any of them, but knew if he didn't look he'd regret it anyway.

4 hours later

Tyler had ran so far that he seemed to be deserted.

He continued to walk through what seemed to be an endless dirt path, surrounded by rough and bristly grass.

Once he had finally conquered the grand hill, he looked down to see a shabby, tattered motel.

Inside the motel was peeling walls and broken floors. The whole place was utterly worn-out, dim, dark.

It was a place of depression.

The counter was small and no one was serving there.

Tyler rang a bell, which was rather quiet, once to see if anyone would appear.

But there was no one.

Tyler could feel a small vibration under his feet. Almost as if someone had dropped something onto the floor.

He went outside and looked through the first window. Nothing but a small desolate room was inside.

He looked through the next, and the one after, and the one after that.. But they were all empty.

He then heard a smash coming from the other side.

He crept there and looked through the window.

Josh.

Josh was standing in front of a slightly smashed mirror, with tons of alcoholic glass bottles all around his room, some were broken.

On the floor by the bed was Tyler's diary, laying open, face down on the floor.