If I said it's all my fault, would you still walk away? ||PAFP||

Suicide wasn't in Tyler's vocabulary. He had too much to live for and too much to love for. However, on the cold and sleepless night, the word passed through his mind once. The boy had a revolver in his bedside table's drawer, locked and loaded in case of an intruder. After Lacy had left, the boy's eyes had stared at the place where she had last laid for who knows how long. After accepting the fact that he pretty much sucked and that she was gone, Tyler had turned his mind to other things. The gun had been one of them. Holding in his hands, the boy stared at it's ebony, glossy surface. It's trigger and barrel worked together as executioners to sentence a death order to anyone who dared be judged by them. After several minutes of eying the weapon, Tyler had become revolted with himself in a split-second and threw the gun quickly back into the drawer. Rushing downstairs, the boy had curled up on the couch and started to cry. Which was something he had done for the first time in years twice tonight.

OOC: Ooh okay, I have an idea!

Tyler awoke, hair mussed and the taste of bitter tears on his lips. The male pulled his expression into a grimace at the slight headache that rattled in his head, the taste in his mouth, and the soreness in his neck from the awkward position he'd managed to fall asleep in. Slowly sitting up, memories of last night filled his brain. "Lacy..." He whimpered. The tears returned to his itchy eyes, and he quickly smeared them away with his thumb. No more crying. Not for Tyler.
Forcing himself to continue life, Tyler forced some plain bread and a handful of dry cereal into his mouth. Washing it down with a swig of metallic tasting water, the boy headed outside. He couldn't handle being inside this house. Not today. Not after tonight. Absently, he began heading to the park. Totally not caring that his hair was still frisky from his last nights sleep.

Tyler's eyes searched the ground, as if some hidden answer would suddenly appear there on the dusty concrete. Each step took careful thought and planning, and when he saw a bench his head was filled with relief. Once standing by the bench though, the boy realized that he didn't actually want to sit and think at all. Thoughts would come easier if he were walking - no matter how strenuous it seemed.
Keeping his feet shuffling forward, the young man tried to sort through the load of crap (and Lacy, of course, who most certainly was not crap) that was jumbled in his brain. Glancing up once, the brunette did a double-take. There stood Lacy, pushing a little girl on the swings, as plain as day. He gasped loudly, then rushed a hand to cover his mouth, as if though that would stop the noise from coming out. Then their eyes met, and it was all Tyler had not to start crying again.

Turning slightly away from his ex, and then back again, Tyler didn't know what to do. He took a few steps away from her, but then quickly turned around to glance back. Just go talk to her! This might be the best chance you have! His brain screamed at him. Heaving in a deep breath, the boy shuffled his hands into his pockets, and slowly began making his way over to Lacy.

OOC: Ag, so sorry for the prolonged absence!! I accidentally marked this thread as read!!!! :Q

The brown-haired boy had began to extend a hand, words already floating in his mouth when Lacy crumbled. Biting his lip, Tyler gulped back the big, fat lump he felt rise in his throat. "Lacy." He managed to get out. Well, that's a start. At least you said her name. He mentally snorted, hands falling limply at his sides.

He bit his lip. Lacy's chin was dripping with a waterfall of tears, and all because of him. Stupid. "Lacy..." He repeated, meaning to say more but unable to get the words out. Pausing, Tyler pulled in a deep breath and started over. "I want... No, I need... You. And, I didn't realize how much I needed until..." He stopped, unsure how to speak the words. I cheated. Played. Ruined everything I'd ever worked for. Lost it. He couldn't get those words out, but they played like a broken record in his mind. He gulped against the big, fat lump that had formed in his throat.

Flinching at the words, Tyler averted his gaze. How could he do this? It was like that song by John Newman, Love Me Again. He involuntarily groaned, wishing someone, anyone, could speak for him. His words weren't good enough anymore. "I care more than you'll ever know." He answered quietly. More sentences should have come, discussing how he really felt, but they wouldn't. Tyler just wanted to punch himself in the face. "Can we just talk for a little bit?" He asked, despite his lack of words.

"That's all I need." He answered, his voice overly grateful. The boy glanced around at the empty, green park benches. They had probably been the seats for dozens of lovers deep conversations to each other. Yet, he knew he would be far too antsy to just sit still and pour out his heart. He needed to move. "Want to walk around the park?" He asked, eying the sidewalk that looped a perfect circle around the playground area.

"I'll answer them as honest as possible." He told her fervently.