Tyler and Josh layed next to eachother. Right arm touching left arm, right hand resting in left hand. They didn't sleep. They didn't eat. They didn't speak.
Eye contact wasn't even an option, both boys were too torn apart to even look at eachother.
Neither of them even cried. Their minds were still and stagnant like an untouched pond. The sadness was like algae, determined to cover the entire thing.
They layed there for what seemed like hours.
Their bodies were numb in emotional pain.
"We're the only ones left." Josh was the one to finally break the eerie and lasting silence.
"Besides Ashley."
"Tyler, Ashley's dead. We both know that. She had no chance out there alone."
"Yeah."
The silence engulfed to room once more. The two boys stared up at the dull wooden ceiling beams in implicit gloominess.
"Tyler?" Josh voiced in a hushed whisper, again shattering the static hallway.
"Yes?"
"Promise me if I die that you won't kill yourself. That you'll find a way out. That you'll move on."
"Josh..."
"Please Ty."
"Josh I can never move on from this. No one could. I could never move on from you."
"Tyler, I-I... please. If I don't make it out of here, I want you to forget about this. Find someone new. I can't let you be sad the rest of your life. Life has only just begun for you Ty. It has only just started. You have so much to look forward too. You're seventeen years old! You're basically a child." Josh spoke, still staring upwards, voice wavering.
"What if this is all life is? What if I'm supposed to die here?"
"Tyler... please just promise me to try."
"I promise."
