It's Thursday and Tyler stayed home from school, he didn't have the energy or motivation to play his ball game that night and the only way out, he knew, was to fake sick. But he never really told a lie, he was sick, depression is an illness after-all. He laid in bed, falling in and out of an unsteady, unrefreshing sleep all day long.
Josh texted Tyler every chance he got but Tyler never answered. There were a lot of "I love you, man"s and some "I love you, Skelly"s plus the casual "are you okay?" and "please answer" texts here and there. Tyler hadn't the energy to feel bad for not answering.
A few hours after 4 o'clock, Tyler's mom came into his room and woke him, "Tyler. Tyler, you have an appointment with your therapist tomorrow, are you going to go?" Tyler pulled the covers further up and over his head, there was no point to see Jessie anymore. In three days he was going to do It. On Sunday.
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Is Not Saving Someone The Same As Killing Them? || Joshler (Bromance)
FanfictionBeing Revised (5 years later - Woohoo!) ⚠️CONTENT WARNING - Suicide, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disorder. Take caution, please. Tyler was depressed. Josh was a ball of anxiety. Both loved music. Neither could truly save the other.
