Russian Roulette |-/ Joshler

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Josh stared at Tyler with apoplectic eyes, entire body trembling, unable process the thought of living without the one person he'd so quickly grown to care for.

"I don't deserve you, Josh. You need to go home." Tyler whispered, voice straining.

Josh was taken aback by the younger boys words. He shook his head, moving towards Tyler to lay by his side.

"This is my home, wherever you are- that's my home. I'll do anything, Tyler, just please don't let me be-"

"Go get the gun, Josh." Tyler ordered weakly, cutting off the older boys pleas to help him.

Josh froze, furrowing his eyebrows. "The gun? What for? It's not-"

"Just do it, Josh. Please."

Josh nodded, standing as quickly as possible, running into Tyler's room to grab the keys.

He went as fast as he could, just in case Tyler decided to die while Josh was gone.

When he got back to his room, gun in hand. Tyler was sat up, leaning against the headboard, blood all over the place, still leaking from his side.

Josh sat down in front of Tyler, his hands shaking violently, heart hitting painfully against his chest.

"I used to play this with my brother... I ended up shooting him in the arm... It's the anticipation, y'know? Will I get hurt, will I die, or will I be fine..?" Tyler whispered.

His whole body drained of energy.

"... You want to play? Now?" Josh asked, sceptical, voice cracking.

Tyler nodded slightly, barely able to keep his head up.

"Couldn't think of a better way to go." Tyler said as he breathed out heavily.

Josh didn't want to play. He didn't want to risk it, not now, not when Tyler can barely move.

But what Tyler says, Josh does. Always. No exceptions.

That's what happens when you love someone. You'd do anything for them, you'd fight for them, you'd die for them. No hesitations.

So Josh swallowed hard, holding up the gun. Spinning the cylinder and placing the revolver to his temple.

Tyler stared at him through tired eyes, a small smile on his face.

A loud click resonated through the room, Josh sighed. Almost in disappointment.

He locked eyes with Tyler as he spun the cylinder again and held it against the younger boys temple.

"I love you, Tyler." Josh mumbled, a lump already formed in his throat.

Tyler winked at the older boy, not trusting his voice.

Josh pulled the trigger, letting out a deep breath he didn't know he'd held in.

He dropped his gaze from Tyler to the bed sheets.

"... Hm, I'm starting to think it's broken..." Tyler whispered.

Unbeknownst to Josh, those were the words Tyler had used his last breath for, hoping to put a smile on the older boys face.

Josh smiled slightly, eyes now focused on the gun in his hands.

"Yeah... Me too..." He mumbled, checking to see that there definitely was a bullet in one of the chambers.

Josh glanced back up once he'd stopped hearing Tyler's uneven breaths.

"Tyler?" He knew he'd get no response, but after not hearing a single sound in the room other than his own breathing, he lowered his gaze back down to the gun.

He purposely turned the cylinder, making sure the bullet would fire when shot, before looking back at Tyler.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.

"I-I don't think it's broken anymore... I think it- I think it knew somehow that I would- that I would..." Josh trailed off.

He raised the gun, opening his mouth slightly. Letting the cold metal rest against his bottom lip.

"You said you'd give my life purpose, that you did."

Killing the one he loved was an accident, joining him was only fair.

So this time, when he pulled the trigger, an ear deafening bang rang out.

Silence filled the room, and that's how it would stay, forever.