∆Little Wanderer∇ Jøshler

Vingt Quatre

" I believe in the unmeasurable power of love; that true love can endure any circumstance and reach across any distance."

-Steve Maraboli

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Days seemed to blur together as Tyler stayed up countless of hours painting in the early morning hours.

The royal blue sky dusted with the slightest, almost translucent, layer of aqua beginning to bleed through.

Tyler would sit for hours in front of hotel windows with his lips slightly parted, eyes focused, hand dancing along the canvas, and morning light slowly radiating off of his delicate features.

His body was always jittery; fueled by constant coffee, Red Bull, and sugar consumption.

But in these moments he missed Josh with his whole being. His body craved to feel Josh's hand roam his back as he silently watched Tyler paint.

He longed to feel Josh's eyes follow his every move as he paints what's on his mind, and he really misses Josh complimenting him or asking questions from behind him as he faces the opposite direction.

Now it was just him, the sound of a new city, and powerful memories.

Tyler and Josh were never meant to be, they weren't. It's confusing now that he looks back at it, yeah sure it wasn't Brendon, Sarah, and Dallon confusing, but it was puzzling just the same.

Josh just kinda showed up in his life one day, asking questions, causing distractions, and confusing the younger boy.

Tyler's been to England, Germany, and Argentina; and away from Josh for five months.

He had just finished his exhibit in the Bahamas, and he was scheduled to fly out to Brazil tomorrow.

This wasn't exactly what he was dreaming of, sure it was a chance of a lifetime, but that was before he went and fell in love.

Tyler was sure now, he was in love with Joshua.

He often sobbed into his pillows at night, holding them tightly to his shaking chest, as he whimpered out a broken form of his name.

He hasn't contacted the boy, and Joshua had no way of contacting Tyler.

He thought he was doing Joshua good by leaving their small town and forcing them both to move on before things became too serious, but it was too late.

He currently sits in front of the window with the blinds opened and the twilight slowly consuming the stars that were once shining bright.

Tyler is cross legged with messy brown locks mussed and oily from the amount of times he's frustratedly ran his fingers through it and tugged.

His lips were slightly swollen and chapped from the amounts of time he's chewed on them while crying or concentrating.

The purple on his canvas even matched the bags under his eyes.

Tyler was a mess without Josh, and now he knows it.

When the sun is barely peeking above the hills and the sky falls with gravity; navy blue morphing into an aqua hue, Tyler finally finishes adding details to his art work and takes a step back, admiring it.

If only he could actually wish upon a star and have his dreams come true.

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A/n

This is technically the second story I've wrote, Blue Neighborhood being #1, and It's finally coming to an end shortly.

It's been a pleasure.

I love you, my lil' spookies💞

👽Stay • Alive💀

-becca🌸