twenty one pilots one shots

Limbo

A/N: This is a very mini, next to last one-shot of this book, oops, sorry. BUT this one is kinda dreamy and peaceful and I like it lol but enjoy this like post-apocalyptic mess!!

Tyler's eyes were fixed on his lover's chest. He saw his bloodied hand laid on it, but he couldn't feel Josh breathing. He didn't feel a pulse break through his ribs, his skin. His chest was still. His heart was still. He was still.

Tyler's chest rose and fell, but it was getting weaker. His heart was getting weaker, too, just barely kissing his ribs. His eyelids were drooping; he couldn't keep himself from surrendering to darkness. His lips were numb, just barely forming the shape of his lover's name. He knew he was still alive, but he knew he'd soon join the body next to him. But for now, he was stuck in this limbo.

He again tried to mutter Josh's name, feel the way the single syllable melted on his tongue one last time. He attempted to crane his neck, to see Josh's face again. When it felt like lightning had run down his spinal cord, he saw his lover's lips, parted, full, cracked, red. If he looked up just a little, he could Josh's closed eyes. He saw blue veins creeping across his pale eyelids. He looked back down at Josh's chest, his own bloody hand. He wondered if they would have another chance after all this. He wondered if they would be together in a place where death couldn't touch them anymore.

He released a wistful sigh as he looked back up at Josh, crystallized air floating like snowflakes. His vision began to shift in and out of focus. One moment, he could make out his nose ring, the next, it all melded into a pale mass. He couldn't blink. The cold air made his eyes sting and water. Tears dripped like a leaking faucet. He remembered the moment of intense heat before the world fell apart, and how suddenly, everything was so cold.

I wish I could die, he thought. Let me feel his heartbeat again. I can hardly remember his eyes, his voice. I just want to see him again. Please, let me...

He wondered how close he was, how slowly his heart was beating. He wondered how his very last moment will feel, when his spirit will leave his body and join Josh in some better place. He remembered how often he had dreamed of this moment, when he would finally leave this world, but now that it was here, something was different.

His lungs seemed to be freezing, the branches within coated with ice. The numbing cold spread throughout his chest. As he gathered all the air he could, he knew—he knew—that this would be his final breath. 

His last puff of air was bitter, sharp, making his lungs burn. He let the pain spread throughout his body, so that final moment will be even more peaceful, so he wouldn't be hurting anymore.

His vision cleared as he released his final breath, the smoke shielding his lover's face. The pearly gray brightened to an impossible white. He felt himself become hollow, a shell.

Then nothing.