Salty Tears & Cigarettes || TADC x Reader || (ON HOLD LOL)

Special Day

I popped out my cigarette, lighting the tip ablaze before setting the other side between my full, pink lips, holding it between my two finger joints. I parted my lips as I exhaled the smoke of the stick, sighing through my mouth as I placed my hand over my eye. I felt as if I needed to cry but couldn't let my tears rain.

My body shivered lightly as I moved down my hand to gawk at the ombre sky ahead of me. I was sat on the railing of my small porch, alone. I felt one cold tear silently roll down my cheek before wiping it, heading back towards my door that led me into my small living room. My life isn't the best, if you couldn't tell already. Living in a small apartment, smoking, cussing beneath my breath, as I had felt sickened.

I walk into the hallway, next to the bathroom beside my bedroom. I harshly fell to my knees beside the toilet and let out a huge load of gunk from my mouth into the shit water that the city calls, "clean."

"F-fuck... " I whispered weakly while wiping my slightly dirty lips with my right wrist. I could hear a faint sound of my doorbell ringing but didn't get the chance to go to it before passing out beside the hack-filled toilet I threw up in a minute ago.

I could hear a blurry sound of concerned whispering and shaky breathing. I fluttered my eyelids gently as I began to snap my mind into reality. I was in a medical-style room as my gaze fell onto a blurry young male figure beside a still and what I'm guessing, female doctor. She was telling him about what might've happened when my vision became 20/20 again, the man revealing to be my best friend, Jake.

I shifted myself up before receiving a tight embrace from him, and I coughed once from how tight his grip became. He loosed up softly before he backed up slowly to look at me, tears flooding his eyes. I was able to get out a sentence, stuttering at meanwhile.

"J-Jake? Why the hell am I in a hospital bed? The last thing I remember was.. coughing up junk into my.. my.. toilet..." A sudden expression of realization flashed upon my face as my eyes widened and lips parted. I calmed myself as I thought of how I passed out in my bathroom, and the person ringing at my doorbell found a way inside as I colasped. I was guessing that was Jake since he seems to be the one person (besides hospital staff) to know what happened to me.

"Hey.. hey, b-buddy..." he sniffles, holding back tears. "Y-you passed out and hit the floor by your head when I found you. I was c-coming over to celebrate a special day with you..." he paused, taking out a gift box with a red pallette, my favorite color.

He took the palms of my hands and placed the oddly heavy weighted gift into my hands, lowering them because of my weak state, and he quietly muttered a "Sorry..." I unwrapped the hesvy-weight box to see an odd looking headset... whatever.  I inspected it as he shifted while sitting beside me before saying,

"Happy birthday."