Tyler Joseph - Random Short Stories.

I (Don't) Enjoy It.

Warnings: stress, angst, exhaustion.

Words 1820

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The key turned the engine of y/n's car off, the heater no longer applying heat into the car. It slowly began to get colder but the nagging exhaustion and the feeling of a specific sadness that she couldn't fix distracted her attention from the dropping temperature.

She let out a sad huff of breath, her forehead landing on the leather covered steering wheel. When she closed her eyes they burned slightly, but in a way that brought her satisfaction. Her body was only proving, in even more ways, that she was in fact tired— or a better word: worn out. This word also means tired but it seems to explain a indistinct story behind it.

She was worn out because her boss was merciless, and didn't seem to give her a break. There had to be some sort of law against abusing your workers with exhaustion, but she couldn't really find the need to say anything about it. It wasn't like he wasn't paying her, he was just giving her long hours that brought her home close to midnight.

She was worn out like a piece of worn out leather. Worked to the core, and then worked some more.

She hated that her dream job is what she hated the most. She wanted to be a chef but not like this. She wanted time to herself, and time with her family and husband.

She hadn't really seen nor touched her husband in what seemed like weeks. Although it was only Saturday that they got to fill up the feeling of satisfaction in their bodies. However, that satisfaction was slowly draining and it was only Tuesday.

She could normally keep that happy smile on her face for ages, but she doesn't see the source anymore. She doesn't see her husband like she used to.

She opened her eyes abruptly, her shoulders jerked up as she looked up to the source of what sounded like a knocking noise. Her tired, red eyes fell upon a bent down Tyler, who had his eyebrows lifted and a small smile on his face.

She rubbed her eyes, just now realizing that she didn't only place her forehead down on the steering wheel for a second, but rather a whole hour. She took a deep breath and let it out, her body shaking at the cold that nipped her nose and skin.

Tyler pointed down towards what she assumed was the lock for the door. He then signaled to a jacket he had in his hands.

Y/n soon realized his silent attempt to converse with her and unlocked the door. Tyler quickly opened the car door, his voice flooding into her ears.

"Honey," he had a sympathetic, yet informative tone to his voice. He immediately tugged her out of the car by her arm. It took y/n a second to be aware of his actions, and she caught herself before falling onto the cold ground with the help of Tyler and the warm jacket he had thrown around her, along with a blanket she didn't notice at first. "What are you doin'? You should've came inside."

Tyler bent down into the car to grab the keys from the dashboard and locked the door. He quickly wrapped his arms around y/n's shaking figure before bringing her up the sidewalk to their front door. "I didn't know I fell asleep."

Tyler took initiative to turn on some of the lights in the dark house, and lock the door. "What happened to your face?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Y/n's eyebrows also wrinkled lightly. "What do you mean?" After taking off her heels she walked towards the closest mirror in the laundry room which was located just left of the door. She rubbed her fingers of the red markings on her forehead. "That was just from the steering wheel."