Tyler stumbled in, the digital clock on the wall read 00:03. He deposited his keys on the coffee table before shuffling into the bedroom. Josh was sitting on the bed, a solemn look plastered on his face. The shorter man sat next to him and buried his face into Josh's chest, failing to notice the way he tensed up.
In silent rhythm, they both undressed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Tyler wasn't wearing a shirt and Josh definitely noticed.
Foreshadowing? Who's she? -Dylan
Ps. I promise the next chapter will be longer.
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Melancholy 💧 Joshler
FanficJosh didn't understand. He didn't want to understand. He didn't try to understand. Fem!Tyler. Graphic depictions/mentions of rape in pretty much every chapter so TW.
