CLOSE (Josh Dun x Reader) ✧ idkbrooklyn (#Wattys2017)

sequel preview #1

HELLO so this a preview of what to expect in the sequel for Close! i'm not sure how many of these i'll do but here's one anyway!! hope u enjoy :-) -b

-Your P.O.V-

In moments like this, I would usually listen to Twenty One Pilots.

Right now... doesn't really help.

It's been a week.

One week.

Honestly, I didn't even think I would make it this long.

And it's only been 7 days, 168 hours, and one minute since.

I'm sitting here on my tour bus as we head to a new location once again.

I'm all alone at the moment.

Karma, Grayson, and Victoria have all fallen asleep by now.

It was a bit past midnight.

I haven't slept at all since that night.

I've barely ate, barely slept, barely done anything at all.

Everything around me feels like nothing.

Like I'm not connected to anything.

Nothing feels right anymore.

How could I have let something...someone so valuable...someone that I loved dearly...slip out of my hands so easily?

I can't think.

All that goes through my head is his name.

Josh.

Joshua William Dun.

The guy of my dreams, the guy I would give anything to be with again...

I abandoned him.

My friends have barely spoken to me.

They say the color has drained from my eyes, my under eye bags have become heavier and my hair has never had more tangles than right now.

But they still haven't let me forget.

The album.

I still had to write songs.

The deadline is heading towards me faster than I expected yet I can't seem to feel time anymore.

What does time matter when whatever hour of the day it is I know I'll still be heartbroken?

Whether it's 3 in the afternoon or 3 in the morning, I will never be able to shake this feeling.

This feeling I couldn't even begin to describe.

A feeling no one could ever find words for.

My friends have encouraged me to take this thing I'm feeling and create songs with it.

I've been trying.

My shaky hands been holding this ink pen just struggling to find something to write down.

For hours I've been staring at this empty piece of paper with absolutely nothing on it.

And that's when I realized.

I knew what I was feeling.

Absolutely nothing.