Rotten Salads

Chapter 1

Reader's POV:

It was 1 am at night. Mark sat crying in his room. He was pregnant and didn't know what to do. When he had told Daniel this, he had reacted weirdly. Daniel tried to avoid Mark. At that moment, he felt how distant they had gotten. No more were the days where they would sit on benches and talk about their days, their lives and what they wanted to do. They wouldn't share stories or do the simple things they enjoyed anymore. Daniel would barely hang out with Mark.
Thinking about this, Mark threw his baby blue hydroflask. He didn't care anymore. His tears started shedding once again. He sobbed and cried and screamed.
His "and I oop-s" could be heard in the distance. But he knew he couldn't do anything anymore.
Accepting his defeat, he decided to visit Daniel and try to talk out the problems between them tomorrow. He didn't want to worry about anything anymore. He took off his seashell necklace and his scrunchies from his hand. He lay in bed and stared at his ceiling trying to calm himself. Deep down he knew something was bothering him but he tried to brush it off. He recited "save the turtles" which he would do every night to himself and eventually after a few hours fell asleep.
He hoped tomorrow would be a good day.

                                                      the next day~

Mark woke up. His face looked swollen because he had cried so much the night before. He stayed a few hours in his apartment and after a while decided to go to a café and meet Daniel afterwards.
He got ready to leave his apartment. He put on his checkered vans and wore his oversized shirt with jeans. He took his metal straw and umbrella with him and decided to walk there since it was a nice day out even though it looked like it could rain any moment. But Mark didn't mind since he liked it.
As he was walking, he noticed a man sitting on the bench with somebody. They looked familiar but he couldn't see them clearly so he just went on his way.
After he arrived at the café, he ordered himself a latte and insisted the barista not to give him a plastic straw but instead use his metal straw. The barista declined making Mark angry, He stood up and slapped the barista and started to walk out not daring to look back at the pathetic barista, walking out he noticed something, something that no one ever would want to see in their whole entire existance.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD DAMN METAL STRAWS"

tbc