guilt

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josh was driving and driving and... it was too quiet. he tried blasting the radio but he couldn't. stop. thinking. of. tyler.

guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt

the voice was back. josh hit his forehead, but of course it was still there.

he hates you and you ruined it. good job.

no, no. he didn't ruin it. he would call tyler. it would be okay. he picked up his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.

"hello?" josh could tell tyler had been crying. pain hit josh in the chest.

you made him fucking cry.

"tyler! hi! um, do you wanna spend the night at my house?" he nervously tapped the steering wheel.

shut up. it's no use. he doesn't want to.

"w-what? josh i thought you were mad at me." he choked.

"tyler i'm sorry. i'll explain later? i'm not even sure why i did it but will you please come over?"

"yes."

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