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

Chapter thirteen - colours

I know the first paragraph is basically the same as in chapter one, it's how it's supposed to be.

"It's time to say goodbye, to the earth and now my worthless life."

Tyler honestly never thought his life would end this way when he was younger, but, as he looks over the edge of the bridge and sees his feet swaying back and forth above a seemingly endless drop into black, icy waters, he realises it was almost destiny for it to end this way. Especially when this time, he's going to make sure his saviour doesn't save him.

The morning is tainted with grey. Lifeless clouds hovering above and a soft pitter-patter of rain stabbing the rusty black railings Tyler's sat upon and slicing through the mucky water below him. Said rain silently coats Tyler's form, creating droplets that stick to his hair, arms, and face and make his grip of the railings looser and more fragile. So much so that his grip once again starts to loosen, a familiar feeling overtaking his body as he prepares for the inevitable.

"Tyler wait!" He stops, tilting his head to look as the boy wearing pyjamas with dew drops in his hair and a pink tinted nose... in this moment, Tyler honestly just wants Joshua to go away.

"Yes?" He says calmly, almost slightly confused. The tone of voice itself is too lighthearted for the conversation topic and Tyler knows this, but he's too tired to bother taking off his mask even if it's now so worn away it might not really be there.

"Please don't do this, suicide isn't the way to solve your problems." Josh is stood a few metres away, as if afraid, afraid that if got any closer then Tyler would jump, that the artwork would be broken, that the thoughts will scream too loud and that Tyler is more fragile that he himself.

"A tad hypocritical of you, wouldn't you say Josh?" Tyler turns back around to face death, not wanting to look at Josh, not wanting to see the tears and the soft pyjamas and the ocean hair and the pink tinted nose... and the guilt, he doesn't want to see the guilt scratched onto his features.

"Yes, but that's beside the point... and I'm not dead." He replies, voice wavering on the last part as the mere thought of death honestly terrifies him... the problem is occasionally the thought of life overpowers the fear of death.

"I am." Tyler pauses, taking in a shaky breathe, "figuratively now, literally soon." His legs and arms ache and freeze under the icy touch of the air. He just wants this to be over, wants to go back to being a beautiful, happy painting instead of this wreak splashed with water colour purples and reds.

So he falls, deciding to splash a beautiful blue on the canvas as well.

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Hey, I did say it was destined from the very start so... it's not the end yet tho!