Tyler slept in late the next morning. He cuddled into Josh, thankful that he was still in bed with him to keep him warm.

"Tyler?"

Tyler's eyes shot open. He forgot. It wasn't Josh. It was Jon. He couldn't help but tear up. Josh was gone. He would never wake up to Josh again.

"Hey, sorry, don't cry. It's alright."

Jon sat up and hugged Tyler, catching the boy's tears with his shirt. He felt horrible for the poor guy. He could only imagine how it felt for your life to collapse in on itself in a matter of a few hours.

Tyler eventually stopped crying. He pulled away from Jon, being reminded too much of Josh. He sat silently, blank stare at the space ahead of him.

"Are you hungry?"

Tyler shook his head.

"Oh... I am. Do you mind if I get a bowl of cereal or something?"

He shook his head again.

Jon got up and left the room, leaving Tyler alone. Tyler wished he hadn't, as selfish as it seems. He gulped nervously, picking at the hairs on his arms. He was trying to distract himself from his mind. From thoughts of Josh. But it didn't work. Everything in his house reminded him of his purple-haired ex.

He wanted to set his house on fire. But he decided that probably wasn't a very good idea. He missed Josh, and it hadn't even been a full 24 hours. Tyler started crying again. He felt so weak and pathetic. But mainly, he felt empty. He was sad, obviously, but he felt empty without Josh. It was like a piece of him was missing; a piece of his heart.

He knew he would never find someone like Josh. He didn't want anybody else. He wanted to be with Josh forever. Josh said they would be. How could he lie to Tyler like that? How could he do what he did?

Josh had slept in Tyler's car. Alone. Dallon and Brendon refused to let him in when they heard what happened. Everybody hated Josh now. And it was his own fault. He hated himself. How could he be so, so idiotic?

He didn't even remember anything else that happened that night. All he remembered was the moment Tyler found him and on. It was like he sobered up when he realized that he screwed up.

Josh swore he would never drink again. He never wanted to party again. He never even wanted to smell a drop of alcohol again.

Josh drove Tyler's car to his now ex-home and saw an unfamiliar vehicle in the driveway. He figured it was that guy, Jon's, truck. He must've stayed with Tyler last night.

The thought infuriated Joshua.

How could Tyler replace him so quickly? So easily?

He remembered Tyler telling him to stop by when he wasn't home. But he didn't care. He needed to go in there. He needed to see Tyler. He needed to cuss Jon out. It was necessary to him.

Josh stormed inside. He heard rattling in the kitchen. He thought it was Tyler, but rolled his eyes at the sight of the bearded-man. He wondered where Tyler was right now. And if he was okay.

"Josh?" Jon asked in disbelief. He thought, and hoped, he would never see him again.

"Mhm. You're eating my cereal."

"It's my favorite kind."

"It's mine."

Josh grabbed the box out of Jon's hands and set it down on the counter. Jealousy was taking over.

"That spot I'm sure you slept in last night? Mine."

"Actually, Tyler made it clear he was sleeping in your spot last night."

Josh was taken back for a second.

"He was?"

"He also wore your shirt and your boxers to bed. He slept on your pillow with a picture of you next to him."

Josh chewed on his lip. He was such an asshole.

Tyler was completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs. His thoughts were too loud. He stared at the wall, a stolid expression on his face. When in reality, he was breaking inside. He couldn't stop thinking about Josh. He was so broken. He felt so lost without him. He wasn't home without Josh.

Tyler grabbed Josh's pillow. He held it against the bed with one hand and punched it with the other. It wasn't hard enough for him. He stood up and walked over to a framed picture of Josh hanging on the wall. He punched that instead.

He winced as the glass cut his knuckles. The blood slowly slid down his aching fingers, but he didn't care. He was completely out of it. It felt good to finally feel something other than sadness.

Jon was still uttering mean words at Josh, who took them all as if he were a target.

"Tyler is heartbroken. You broke the poor guy. Do you even care?"

"Of course I do."

"Too little, too late. Tyler doesn't want to see you."

"He can say that for himself."

"He already has, Josh. Just go away and come back when we aren't here."

"J-Joshy?"

Both heads turned toward the doorway, where Tyler stood. Tyler wanted to slap himself for calling Josh that, but it felt wrong not to.

Josh's heart shattered at the sight of him. He had dark bags under his eyes and tear-stained cheeks. His face was red and puffy, and Josh knew he was the cause of it. Tyler was still wearing his shirt and boxers. But they were... bloody? That's when Josh noticed the blood trickling down Tyler's hand.

"Tyler, what did you do?" Jon asked, rushing over to him.

Josh was frozen. He wished he could say something. Anything.

"P-Punched Josh's picture," he whispered, not wanting Josh to know. He felt guilty.

"Are you okay?" Jon asked.

"Better, a little."

That was a lie.

"Do you want Josh to go?"

"Yes."

That was a lie.

"Tyler-"

"Bye, Josh."

"I love you, Ty..." Josh spoke desperately, hoping he would cause some reaction in Tyler.

"I said bye..." Tyler mumbled. He looked to the ground to hide his teary eyes.

"See you around sometime," Josh said. He lowered his head in shame and walked out. He got in his truck and drove away.

Tyler lost it. He broke down, bawling. He wanted to say it back. He loved Josh still. How could he not? He grabbed onto Jon, who was slightly uncomfortable because the blood was now all over his shirt. He tried to ignore it, though, to comfort his friend.

"Shhhh, I'm here for you. Okay? I got you."

His words only made Tyler cry harder. He sounded just like Josh used to. Tyler knew it was best for Jon to leave, as much as he didn't want him to.

"J-Jon I want to be a-alone..."

That was a lie.