twenty one pilots · lead singer · sarcastic · christian · father · capri sun lover · balloon phobia · genuine · pop rock · best friend
The January night pressed against the windows as Tyler sat surrounded by photographs, each one a landmark in the story of you. The house was too still, every quiet moment underscoring the fact that soon you wouldn't be in it. He'd wandered outside earlier, letting the frosty air numb the ache, searching the stars for an answer he already knew. Now he was back, a silent guardian at your bedside. In the dim light, he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, then began to sing, his voice a fragile thread of sound weaving through the dark. 'Rockabye baby, on the treetop...'