Silence:Joshler

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Trigger Warning: Slight mentions of cuts

Josh-
I pick up the baby blue Polaroid off of the counter, squinting through the view finder I hit the button capturing Tyler. He jumps at the click while the picture spits out. Once the picture develops I show Tyler who nods at it. He looks so calm and content.

Tyler-
The click of the camera sounds miles away. Josh's voice and actions seem to lag. He hands me the picture and I look like a doll on a shelf. Just simply observing everything as it goes. Words are blurred, sentences run into one another, actions are slowed. I am as hollow as a porcelain doll.
"Tyler? You okay?" I nod in response.
"So what do you want?" I look at him questioningly, he sighs and replies to my look with "Pizza or Chinese food?"
Pizza please, writing into the notebook. I stand to show Josh as my breath hitches, the cloth of my sweats catch one of the cuts tugging at it slightly. I continue to allow the clothing to snag as the pain cracks my porcelain shell.

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