Tyler - It's All My Fault

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It was currently three in the morning and there was still no sign of Tyler. He was in the studio all day, just like he has been these last two month. He hardly answers my messages or calls and he always leaves before I'm awake in the morning. I only ever see him in the dark, almost like he is a shadow. I can't remember the last time I saw him in the sunlight.

I was lying in bed, tears flowing out of my eyes. Crazy thoughts running through my head of everything bad that could have happened to him. I stayed like this for about an hour until I heard keys shuffling at the front door. I quickly ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I cleaned my tear-stained cheeks, my eyes still red and puffy from crying.

I heard heavy footsteps coming from the other side of the door, tears on the verge of spilling once again. He walked into the room noticing that I want in bed like usual, "Y/n?" he called out almost in a whisper. He continues to walk further into the bedroom until he sees the bathroom light was on. He walked over to the door, giggling the doorknob trying to open it, "Y/n are you in there?"

My eyes began to blur as I realize this was my first time hearing his voice in ages. "Baby, are you crying? Please open the door." he pleaded.

"Please just open the door, I need to know that you are okay," he said which angered you.

"Why do you care now? I haven't seen you in broad daylight in months, you don't call or text me back. You have me crying every night from being scared that something bad happened to you and all of a sudden you care?" I was crying again at this point.

I stood up from the cold floor and opened the door. Tyler was sitting on the edge of the bed with his face buried in his palms. It hurt you seeing him cry, but what I did next hurt me the most. "Tyler, I think we need a break," I said as I wiped away the tears from my eyes and walking over to my side of the closet, stuffing my suitcase with as many clothes as it could hold

"Wh-what, no, please. Please don't leave, I love you, I need you here with me," he said walking over to you.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it," I said closing up the packed suitcase.

"Please don't go." he croaked out as he walked over to me.

"This hurts me just as much as it hurts you, but I have to go," I said as I dragged the suitcase down the hall and into my car.

"Y/n listen to me, I love you. I'm sorry that I couldn't spend more time with you, I'm sorry I haven't seen you in like two month. I'll do anything to make it up to you, just please don't leave.

"Goodbye Tyler. Maybe we could be together once again later on in life." I said as I opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat.

The car began to move and I could see Tyler crying in the distance. I eventually had to pull over because of how hard I was crying. My phone kept going off with calls and messages from Tyler.

I eventually muted him and began to drive once again. It was still pretty dark and there was a bunch of traffic considering it was only six in the morning. I was at a red light, patiently waiting for it to turn green. After about a minute of waiting, the light turned green and I began to drive once the cars on the other side stopped crossing.

As she crossed the road, a bright, white light could be seen not too far from her car. A honking horn became louder as the truck crashed into her car, causing her car to flip over. In the process of the car flipping over, she hit her head several times which caused her to die.

Tylers P.O.V.

I bawled my eyes out as her casket was being lowered into the ground. "She's really gone," I said to Josh as he stood next to me patting my back.

"It okay Tyler, she's in a better place now," he said trying to relive me.

"No, it's not, I'm the reason that she died. If I would have convinced her to stay, she would have probably still been in this world. I won't ever be able to forgive myself, Josh, she's dead because of me." I said crying even harder noticing that the hole was now being filled with dirt.

"It's all my fault."

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Sorry I havent updated, I'll try to get a nother post up today and if not tomorrow. I want to post as much as I can before I go back to school next week.

Sorry for the sad-ish part, but I hope you had a lovely day.

-cry_baby_


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