"I love you" 1,2,3 words.
Josh didn't say them nearly often enough.
He feels he should have said it more, especially considering how Tyler felt about multiples of three.
Now, Josh can't say sorry enough times, can't say it the correct amount of times... because, that's what you do isn't it? Blame yourself.
It's almost funny how the last thing Tyler heard was Paramedics counting chest compressions. CPR apparently doesn't work in all situations but you know they count to thirty and that's a peaceful multiple of three.
Josh, who stepped on cracks in the floor and on the divides between doorways, rushed into the hospital only to find Tyler had died at the hands of, well, himself.
Now it seems all that's left of Tyler are 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 flowers on his grave 1,2,3 times a week.
The end
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1,2,3 OCD (Joshler)
FanfictionIt's hard to explain. Sometimes it's multiples of three. If you touch with one hand you have to touch with the other. Don't step on the cracks in the pavement. Fit things together like your life is Tetris. Measure the inches around your stomach and...
