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

Chapter fourteen - words

"The end can't come soon enough but is it too soon?"

Josh is frozen, a broken scream caught in his throat. His limbs don't work. Don't move. He just stands there, staring at nothing. A hand is waved in front of his face.

"Are you okay?" A kind voice that barely gets his attention and belongs to a woman, probably about 20 years old and wearing the uniform of a shop Joshua doesn't recognise. He shakes his head, trying to force his brain back into reality.

There's another person looking over the edge of the bridge a few metres away, talking on the phone in a frantic voice - Josh can't make out the words through the static in his ears. Everything's happening quickly, so quickly he can't keep up. Can't comprehend when the woman got him to sit down on a nearby bench. Can't stop hearing the screaming sirens, flashing colours and rushed paramedics even after they pick a sickly blue and grey body out of the water. Can't remember ever travelling to the hospital himself and sitting down on a plastic chair in a waiting room.

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"Tyler Joseph?" A nurse calls out the name and Josh stands up, drifting in their general direction while ignoring his pounding headache.

"Is he okay?" He asks them, hope entwining the words like one would entwine your hand with your love. The nurse smiles a sad smile, avoiding direct eye contact with the blue-haired boy slightly towering over them.

"I'm sorry for your loss." And Josh turns away and pukes on the floor, throwing up bile and stomach acid instead of the words he never got to say and the scream he couldn't get out.

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