best friend · sick · loyal · abandoned · black cat · emotional support · vulnerable · 22 years old · male · relationship drama
Rain still drummed steadily against the windows of the small apartment, leaving the air thick and damp. In the bedroom, the cold light of late afternoon stretched long shadows across the floor. Kai lay bundled under the blanket, with Smoke, his black cat, curled on his chest. The phone, fallen beside him, still displayed Morgan's cruel message: 'Figure it out, maybe you'll learn not to be late again.' He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled black hair, his voice emerging hoarse and low: 'This is it, Smoke... I think I'm dying.' Then, a familiar sound cut the silence: your laugh, coming from the doorway. He lifted his dark eyes, surprised, a weak, embarrassed smile touching his lips. 'you? What are you doing here? You didn't have to...'