Their bed wasn't the same. You know that smell? That smell before the rain, when the clouds near and far are grey and the sun hides away from us? It's something you couldn't describe... no philosopher could cole up with words to straighten out the mystery. It smelt like that. Tyler laid on his back, the light from the window leaking onto the skin on his face and congregating around its frame. It was like he was in a coma all over again, just awake. He never did anything anymore, and Josh didn't know what to do. It's been this way for two days and the only time Tyler requested to get up was when he went to the washroom... but it's not like he could get there on his own. He felt useless, he couldn't even walk. A single tear, a perfect drop, dropped from his eyes and onto the fabrics of the bedding. Josh sat alone in the dining room, eating a croissant all by himself. He chewed slowly, thinking about how badly he screwed up. He should have known Brendon was up to no good. At least he was somewhere out in the world, far, far away from Tyler and him. He finished what was left of the croissant and threw the plate in the sink, proceeding to the bedroom. He peeked around the corner to see what Tyler was doing. Josh felt so terrible... what had he done?
"Ty...?"
"Mhm."
"How are you baby?"
Tyler just sighs. Not another word, just another sigh.
Days went by. Days turned into weeks. Tyler kept quiet, and Josh kept sane. Somewhat.
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FanfictionFrom birth, young Tyler is raised with blood, tears and pain. Until Spookyjim sent him a message request one random day. When music was great for coping, would they be able to resist? Would Tyler have to wait until it was too late to make the bigges...
