Is Not Saving Someone The Same As Killing Them? || Joshler (Bromance)

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It was Sunday. There were only seven days left and Tyler was sitting on his roof at 2a.m. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and speed dialed Josh. He waited for him to answer but it went to voicemail. He decided to leave a message, "Hey, Josh... I'm sorry it's so late... I can't sleep again... I'm thinking about Slowtown again. Why don't we look up anymore? I'm sorry."

Half an hour later, Josh woke from a nightmare where in Tyler had jumped from a high bridge. He was in a panicked sweat and immediately went for his phone to check on Tyler. He knew it was just a dream but-- Josh froze when he saw the voicemail notification and one missed call from Tyler. He opened the voicemail and pressed the phone to his ear with shaking hands. His heart was pounding in his throat. As soon as the message ended he called Tyler and started frantically putting on his shoes. After five rings, and a lot of anxiety on Josh's part, Tyler was on the other end.

Josh froze halfway through putting on his left shoe, "Tyler?"

"I'm here," Tyler spoke so quiet Josh almost didn't hear him over his own racing pulse.

"Are you okay? I'm coming over."

"You don't have to do that."

"I'm coming over, Tyler."

"I'm okay now. I'm sorry.

"Are you sure?"

"Is anyone," Tyler answered without thinking once again.

"Tyler?"

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna go."

"No! Don't hang up, I'm on my way." Josh ran down the stairs, forgetting about possibly waking his family, and out his front door, "Tyler?"

"I'm still here."

"Where are you right now?"

"My roof."

Josh's stomach cartwheeled over itself and he had to swallow to talk again, "I'm almost there," Josh turned the corner and sprinted across Tyler's patio, through the front door and up the stairs, "I'm gonna hang up now, I'll be out there in just a moment. Just wait."

"Okay." Josh hung up and Tyler pulled his knees closer to his chest.

Josh climbed out onto the roof through the old, attic window, "Tyler?"

"Yeah," Tyler spoke so softly Josh almost didn't hear him again.

Josh located Tyler on the roof and scooted on his rear across the shingles to sit beside him, knees also drawn up to his chest to keep his balance on the roof. For a while neither of them said anything, they just sat in each other's company, Josh still a little shaken.

Tyler was the one to break the silence, "Fridays are always better than Sundays."

"Why's that," Josh asked softly, looking at Tyler intently.

"Because Sundays are my suicide days."