Pluviophile - Joshler

one of the lost ones - chapter 2

He waited in line for what felt like years. The only difference was that it had actually been years. Tyler waited for four years. He had died in early fall of 2014, and now it was the winter of 2018. People were devastated about his death. Although he was unsure as to why.

There were certain periods throughout the course of his waiting where he was able to visit the real world. He could see what was going on that related to him. Yet it wasn't like he was a ghost, no one could see him, not yet anyway. His funeral was held the day after his birthday. He would have turned twenty six. However he had died young, far too young according to his weeping family and old friends at his funeral.

There were pictures of him and beautiful arrangements of flowers. He cried during the picture ceremony that plays during visitation, sitting in the back of the church and watching as people came up and looked at his body. It was good that they had managed to fix the broken pieces of his shell that remained after he passed away. His body hadn't gotten that badly injured when he had been hit, it was just everything else that was injured. At least he had died on impact. He'd hate to have died in a hospital, just waiting for his family to pull the plug on him as he lied basically lifeless in one of those stiff beds.

He shivered a bit as he looked forward, his eyes widening in surprise. Josh listened as the snow crunched underneath his feet. Looking downwards and back to see the footprints that he was leaving behind. Smiling at the sight before looking forward. His smile fell, his hand tightening the grip of the bouquet of flowers that was being held in them. It was the anniversary of his little sister's death.

She'd died in a small freak accident, the summer of 2015. It was something silly that his parents and family deeply regretted. She was having her birthday party, and they allowed her to play with some of her friends in their super high tree house. The poor girl was just trying to get down after hearing about cake and presents, but she had missed a step and had fell all the way down to the ground. The yellow haired boy sighed as he leaned down towards her tiny gravestone, placing the flowers there. Looking around before walking towards yet another grave.

'Tyler Joseph' it read, and Josh couldn't help but to cringe at how young the boy had been when he passed. Only four years ago, that wasn't very long but it may seem like it to some. He took a seat in the snow, staring at the gravestone. Going and taking a rose from his little sister's bouquet and setting it gently in the snow in front of Tyler's. It was always nice to share after all.

Speaking of Tyler, he was in surprise to notice that he was at the front of the line. Four years of waiting and he had finally made it. The lady stamped his hand, a confused expression crossing over his features as he noticed the question mark there. She sighed, shaking her head. "Looks like you're one of the lost ones." The blonde claimed, pressing a button before he sinked through the floor. Watching everything around him fade. Then he was in the real world. The only thing surrounding him being gravestones and a boy sitting in front of his own..

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