Texting Tyler [Joshler]

part twenty two

A few days later. Please listen to song above

Last chapter ;-; read A/N at end pls

(Josh's POV)

I was in bed, watching Greys anatomy, Tyler was beside me, he decided to skip school to spend more time with me, his hand was on my thigh, I was resting my head on his shoulder.

I sighed and put my hand on his other hand, tangling it in mine, I was mindlessly watching the show, until Tyler flipped my arm over, tracing his fingers on my fresh scars, I yanked my hand away.

"Josh"

I flipped over carefully, ignoring the ache my body and heart were feeling.

"When did you do that?" he asked.

I sighed "Yesterday"

I felt him move, suddenly his arm was draped down my side and his head was beside my neck.

"Please, try to stop cutting"

"I do try"

"Try again, try as many times as you have to"

I remained silent.

"I can't loose you"

"You are losing me, you're moving"

"We'll stay in contact, we'll be fine"

"We'll stop talking, eventually"

"Don't say that, bub"

"We'll lose contact"

"We won't"

I don't believe him, I know we will stop talking eventually, that always happens.

"You can't think stuff like that" He said.

"It's true" I said.

I heard him sigh, he started rubbing my back, gently.

I turned around again, latching onto his chest and burying my head in his shirt, he held me close as I took in his scent.

He smelt like rain, rain was my favorite scent, I loved it for some reason, I love everything about rain.

"Do you have to leave tomorrow?"

"Yes, bub"

"I wish I could come with you"

"Me too, but you have to stay, make sure your dad gets locked in jail"

I nodded.

"Are you still sore?"

"Yeah, very"

My tablet is at 69% lol

I redirected my attention to the TV screen, as did Tyler, I wasn't really paying attention, my mind was filled with scary thoughts.

Without Tyler, I'm nothing.

I would have killed myself if it wasn't for him.

I'll be alone, I'll have no one once he's gone, except my mind, which is worse than having no one at all.

I started picking at my wrists, clawing at the tainted skin, ignoring the stinging my wrist felt.

Tyler grabbed my hand, holding it to make me stop.