Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Secrets

I love you, Tyler.
I love you too, little red.

"Tyler's dying."

For the past few days, it seems like my life's been revolving around only two words.

"How's he doing today?" I asked, feeling whatever scrap of hope I had left die away at Adley's response.

"The same. Friday he's getting taken off of life support."

Her voice cracked, and if it was even possible, my heart broke all over again.

I folded my hands in my lap and bit my cheek, fighting the urge to scream my lungs raw. It would make no difference whether I did or didn't. Tyler would be dying either way.

The boy I loved would die, and I would never find out why.

I knew why he was dying— he overdosed on Oxycodone. I didn't know why he'd chosen to do it, though. When Adley walked in to find her brother practically dead that Sunday night, she found no suicide note, and definitely nothing that pointed towards him planning the attempt beforehand.

He was rushed to the hospital, and then slipped into a coma.

That was four days ago.

He had three more days to regain consciousness; although we all knew that it wasn't happening.

So to word things better, I had three days to bid farewell to the boy I was in love with. I had three days to help Josh figure out a way to make his death seem accidental. If we went forwards and announced that Tyler had killed himself, then chaos would ensue.

I didn't want to imagine how many of his fans would be crushed when they discovered that the boy who urged everyone to stay alive had fucking killed himself.

The words sounded fake in my mind, but I knew it was reality.

I was lost again. I didn't realize that Tyler had been on the breaking point. I didn't know what had set him off.

I hadn't seen Luna since that day. She was lucky though. If we met again, the first thing she would get was a punch to the face. For her, I held a burning hatred. It was red-black, it was deep, and it was endless.

She came and disrupted Tyler and I's peace. It was my fault too. I could've tried harder. I could've stopped being angry at Tyler.

Maybe I could've fucking stopped him.

Maybe he would still be here.