My Lighter In His Hands

Can This Get Any More Blue Black?

A/n so apparently the Migraine Fuc came out not to long ago and oop guess what it is a sequel to the Forest fic. So maybe I should just trash this and leg migraine fic alone huh? You guys comment here: Delete my trash story or continue writing it?
They say the fire started with a lighter and I immediately knew, that lighter, the lighter that killed the love of my life, was mine. I am the reason Tyler Robert Joseph is dead. My lighter killed him. There is nothing I can do now. He is gone forever.
Today is his funeral. My babies fucking funeral. This shouldn't be something I have to say. Why am I saying this? This is my fault all my fault. That lighter. Thst was my lighter. The one I played with time and time again. The flames that I once found amusing now amuse the treehouse with their dance. Their dance of death. They overtake my love. I can see him. He is tight there. I swear I just saw him in the treehouse. Tyler. Tyler. TYLER! ANSWER ME! Answer me. Answer me? I'm going to come save you! But as I reach for the ladder I found myself instead reaching for the door to the church where the service is being held. I could've saved him. J could've told him how I felt. I- I could've confessed to the dancing flames how much he meant to me. The dancing flames haunt me. Their death dance it takes me over. Maybe soon I will be with him. If only the flames would've taken me away too. If only the lighter was instead in my hands.
And not his.