The Rest Of Forever (a tyler joseph fanfic) DISCONTINUED

Chapter One

Logan's POV

I feel the tears in my eyes while looking at him. So broken; fragile. I wish I could take his pain away. I wish he would just open up.
But he didn't.
I first asked him about it when I saw the cuts on his arms, but all he did was cower away and avoid it. Then I noticed how he had less motivation to write music, and when he did, the words being said always worried me. Tyler has never been the loudest person, but this was different. This wasn't the Tyler I met last year. This was a different, broken, and terrified Tyler. The first time he got angry with me was when I asked him what was wrong. I still remember that day clearly.
-flashback-
"Ty, please. Just tell me what's wrong," I said gripping his upper arm. He glares at me, a look I've never received from him before and pulls his arm away from me. "I told you Y/N, I'm fine." he told me. He began to walk away. Furiously, I begin walking to him and stand in front of him, stopping him. "I know you're lying to me. Please tell me what's wrong," I plead looking at him. I notice him soften for a second but then his face becomes hard and stern again. "I told you, I'm fine! Now leave me alone!" he exclaimed. I sigh sadly while watching him walk away.
-present time-
I sigh to myself thinking about that day. That was almost 6 months ago.
Now here I am in our bathroom while watching him face whatever it was that was happening in that beautiful mind of his.
He looked at me from the bathroom floor, with tears in his own eyes, he finally speaks.
"I-I'm sorry, Logan." he says. The tone in his voice makes my heart clench, I join him on the floor and cup his face. "You have nothing to be sorry for my love, I'm always here for you and I'm never going to leave you Tyler Joseph."
"But one day I might" Tyler said in his head. Tyler looks down on the tile floor, while breathing heavily and clenching his hands.
"I really want to tell you why I am the way I am, but I'm so scared." he whimpered. He looks back up at me, "My brain is sick." he tells you. I smile lightly at him, "And that's okay, Ty. We all have our flaws." I reply softly. Tyler abruptly stands up and angrily looks at me. "You don't get it! It's not okay! I will never be good enough for you, ever!" he screams. He turns to the mirror and looks at himself with hatred. Without warning, he punches the mirror causing it to shatter. He screams in pain while his knuckles begin to bleed. Tyler collapses to the bathroom floor while I rush over to comfort him as he cries.