Mind // Joshler [EDITING]

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tyler pov.

when i walked into the front doors of my house, something was different. it was full of sadness, regret, and loneliness.

"mom?" i was searching through the rooms.
"mom are you home?" and i went in grandpas room. she sat there in his clothes, and stared at the wall. but where is grandpa?
"hey mom, whats wrong?" she continued to rock in the chair with no expression.
"mom! look at me." i screamed and she stood up. it was a solid minutes of us just staring at each other. and she sat back down. this isn't right, nothing is right here.

i need to find zack.
i went to the basement, where his room is, and knocked.

"what do you want faggot?" he said weakly, i could tell he had been crying.

"where is grandpa and why wont mom talk to me?" he looked down "what happened?" and he... hugged me? seconds later he dropped to his knees and started balling. this was not like him at all. in between the rages of tears he managed to get out,
"grandpa is dead."

grandpa is dead.

the grandpa who taught me how to be a good person. the grandpa who taught me to try and push blurryface away when i was at my worst. the grandpa who raised me.

my grandpa is dead.