You and I, we just weren't created to survive (joshler) (not edited)

Chapter twelve - apologise

I hate coffee

"I'm drowning in the de ja vu, we've seen it all before."

The door slams. Josh sits up, partially alarmed, partially asleep. Fumbling for the switch for his bedside lamp blindly, it takes a few minutes longer than he'd have like before a yellow-orange hue blankets the bedroom and the blue-haired boy is able to reach over and read the time on a worn out digital clock - 6am. He sighs in exasperation, reluctantly escaping the grasp of his bed covers and dawdling to the living room, to the front door, then the kitchen, then every other room in the house, then back to the kitchen.

The light hanging above the table is switched on, and his eyes rest tiredly on Tyler's phone in the centre of the table, almost mocking him, because, the owner is nowhere to be found in this dreary home on this grey morning. Josh presumes he left, and doesn't touch the phone, opting to instead cart his tired limbs toward the coffee machine to his left, and make a drink to lift his energy levels.

With that done, and with the coffee in hand, Josh finally makes his way back into the living room and plonks himself down on the sofa. He goes to put his drink down on the table, but there's a page resting on a coaster. He eyes the note and turns it over, seeing the scribbled words "I'm sorry." next to a chewed up pen on a worn scrap of paper. His coffee is sent crashing to the ground, and he's out the door before you can say suicide.

He's thinking Tyler's going to kill himself, hoping Tyler isn't actually going to kill himself and heading toward a familiar bridge (clad in pyjamas) in the hopes that the abused boy sticks to familiar habits.

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