Tyler Joseph Imagine Pick The Lock
Requested by @panicatthefallout
“(Y/N)?” You shifted at the sound of his voice, curling yourself into a ball. Your phone was clutched in your hand, but it was dead from you replaying the message over again.
“You need to let me in. I need to know that you’re ok. It’s been two days.” You weren’t sure that you’d ever feel ok again. Why did’t he understand that you wanted to be alone? Suddenly, you heard the lock being picked and realised that you couldn’t keep avoiding him. He opened the door and walked into your bedroom, where you were curled up on your bed.
“What Tyler? What could you possibly have to say that will make any of this better?” You spat out, the pain changing into anger you didn’t mean. Tyler winced, but didn’t give up. He walked over and sat beside you on the bed.
“I know you’re hurting.” He said eventually.
“You do’t. You’ve never had to deal with this. So don’t lecture me bout how I should handle this loss.” You replied, still angry about how the world seemed to hurt good people.
“No, I haven’t, but I know you’re hurt and you need someone right now, even if you think you don’t. So I’m saying, to help and I’ll be here as long as you need me.” He answered and you finally looked at him. Tyler offered you a sympathetic smile and you broke, tears falling from your eyes.
“I…why? Why did they both have to die? How is that fair?” You asked, as you sobbed loudly. Tyler put an arm around you and you nestled into him.
“I don’t know. But it will heal, I promise. And I’ll be here every step of the way.” Tyler promised and his sincerity made you believe him, despite the pain you were feeling.
“Will you stay? I-I don’t want to be alone.” You mumbled, wiping tears from your eyes. Tyler nodded and shifted so he was laid down and you moved next to him.
“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, unsure if he heard.