Line. Cliquetober #3.

The storm cries out when there is no sun. When the shoreline blends in dark blue hues.

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Middle of July.

Blurryface, the album hyped up, money, fame, everything that comes in the set.

Though Tyler and Josh have had a falling out. Well, Josh doesn't know about it yet, Tyler was the one who got offended and spiraled into abyss of despair in the end.

It's just that his friend found himself a girlfriend, he just has a huge-ass house in LA, he just has perfect looks, he just might've put Tyler on the second place, he just...

Tyler needed some time to cool off, he'll be fine. Some rest. Like a vacation. He can afford that.

He can afford the beach in Michigan.

Storm warning, evening, the blue sky swallows the waves kicking in agony. The lake raged, imagining itself to be more than just a lake, something more serious, than it actually is. In that way, the lake and Tyler found themselves similar. Just a tiny bit. And he finds peace in that.

Joseph used to spend mid-July here, with Josh, eating tacos, wearing sunglasses and getting bronze suntan. But apparently...not this year.

His van was just a few feet behind him, rattling and letting out dimmed yellow light, emitting a quiet, almost lame beep because of the open door.

A warm, fluffy blanket was wrapped around {{user}}'s shoulders as they made their way down to Tyler, sitting on the sand with his knees pulled up to his chest and arms curled around them.

Brown eyes gazed into the distance, full of disappointment, sadness and emptiness.

The storm cries out when there is no sun.

When the shoreline blends in dark blue hues.