Cemetery Drive (Tyrelliot one-shot)

Cemetery Drive

This night
Walk the dead

After everything they had gone through, Tyrell thought that they had finally had everything together. He would wake up next to his boyfriend every morning, the sun shining soft, yellow light onto his beautiful face. He would study him for a while before finally waking him up from his peaceful sleep. Tyrell would make them breakfast and they would drive to work together.

"I'm doing a lot better." Elliot would always tell him whenever he asked how he was feeling. Elliot was always one to hide his feelings, but Tyrell assumed that he trusted him enough to tell him the truth.

He would try not to get angry whenever he would discover fresh cuts or scars on Elliot's body. He would try to pretend that he didn't notice or that they didn't bother him because he knew that Elliot didn't like talking about it.

He would ask occasionally, but his boyfriend would just lie straight to his face. "These are old, Tyrell. You don't need to worry about me, okay? The medication is working." Tyrell would try not to tear up when he heard his love say these things, he had to stay strong for him.

He tried to stay strong when he found out that Elliot wasn't taking his medication anymore. It took him a little while to notice, but Elliot became more sluggish, sad, and antisocial than he had been in a while. Tyrell checked the bedside drawer to see a prescription from two months prior that hadn't been opened yet.

In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates
In the dress your husband hates

"Why aren't you taking your medication, Elliot?" Tyrell kept his tone calm when on the inside he was feeling a mixture of anger and despair. The room is stagnant and too quiet.

"I have been. Why are you going through my stuff?" He changes the subject. "You should head to work soon. I'm calling in sick today to work on the project." Elliot tries to force a smile but fails.

"Would you be okay with showing me your arms?" Elliot stays quiet, not acknowledging the question.

"You should get to work, Tyrell." His tone is almost bitter, but he tries to mask it by keeping in any emotion he's feeling. Tyrell sighs, giving the younger boy a quick kiss on the forehead and then heading out.

Lay down
Mark the grave
Where the search lights find us drinking by the mausoleum door

Tyrell remembers this day more vividly than any other memory. Work was boring, as usual. He tried to call Elliot, but he didn't respond. He assumed it was because he was still mad about this morning. Elliot and Tyrell rarely got into fights, and this wasn't really a fight, but he knows Elliot is sensitive, so he tries to always be as careful as he can with his wording.

He would never want to upset the love of his life in any way.

Tyrell got home late and when he opened the door he was greeted by silence. Eerie silence that was so loud it almost deafened him.

"I'm home!" His tone was happy, as the best part of his day was always getting to snuggle on the couch with his boyfriend and watch television.

There is no reply. "Elliot?" He calls again, but there's no answer. At first, he doesn't panic, as Elliot is sometimes asleep when he gets home.

He heads into the living room but sees that Elliot isn't asleep on the couch. He takes his jacket off and hangs it up. As he walks up the stairs he takes off his tie.

As soon as he opens the door to the bedroom, he's hit with an unfamiliar yet very strong scent. He finally realized that it's the smell of metal. The smell of blood.

And they found you on the bathroom floor

His heart stings in his chest when he sees nothing but a small handwritten note on their bed, and a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. As he heads towards the bathroom, the smell of blood gets stronger. His breathing gets heavy but then stops altogether.

The tears in his eyes keep him from being able to read the note.

"Elliot?" The words barely escape his mouth as his throat closes up completely. He feels hot tears sting his pale skin as he turns the doorknob.

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

Tyrell sits down in the green grass and then falls onto his back. He doesn't have the strength in him to sit or stand or breathe anymore.

It's been a month, but it feels like it's been years.

Tyrell hates the fact that the sun is shining and the sky is blue. It feels wrong, not complementing the hole he feels inside. That day his entire being, his entire soul left him.

Back home off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun

He hasn't accepted the fact that he'll never be able to kiss or hold Elliot again. He's lost the only person that he's ever truly cared about.

He feels tears well up in his eyes, and he lets them flow freely. He's too numb to truly feel anything. He rolls onto his side and imagines that he's waking up next to his beloved boyfriend again.

The reason why he hasn't accepted the fact that Elliot's gone is because he knows that he's not truly gone. He'll always be here, but Tyrell wants to be wherever Elliot is. Tyrell has to be wherever Elliot is, there's no other way he can survive.

So I won't stop dying
Won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying

He feels like he wants to scream and cry and throw a fit like a child. The fact that life was this unfair to someone that deserved so much better than he got. The sun should stop shining and the birds should stop chirping.

But just because time has stopped completely for him, doesn't mean it has for everyone else. Tyrell realizes that this shouldn't be the end for him, but it has to be. He has to be by Elliot's side forever. The days are too long and the nights are too cold. He's lost. He's alone. Is this really the way out?

Maybe death will bring him peace, or maybe it won't. It'll just hurt others, but maybe it won't. Yes, it will. The tears stop flowing from his blue eyes and he takes a deep breath in.

Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?

He places the cold, metal barrel of a gun in his mouth. "Ses snart, Elliot." (See you soon, Elliot.)

I miss you