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Daniel sat alone on the cold and hard floor, his legs crossed together under him as he leaned his back against the wall as he looked at the glowing phone screen in his hands, he was right not to expect anyone to show up for his birthday party. After all, he was the cold, arrogant lone wolf type who never bothered to show up for others. Sure, he (kinda) cared for them- well, as much as a brick-o'-ice-of-a-man like Daniel could manage without letting them slip through any of the damned walls he'd put up around himself.
Daniel looked at the text messages he'd sent to some of his close colleagues, some listed as unread and some read but not responded too. The few people he called either didn't pick up or said they were busy.
Of-fucking-course.
Daniel shut off his phone screen and stood up, taking a moment to just look around the barron kitchen of his safehouse, he hadn't set up much of any decorations, just a couple of half-deflated balloons that were awkwardly taped to the table, and 3 oddly hung streamers that dangled from the ceiling. How pitiful. How, truly pitiful.
Daniel walked over to his small dining table and sat down on one of the chairs. The table was dimly lit by the flickering birthday candles he'd left burning for god knows how long, the wax dripping onto the cake and table.
Of course no one showed up. As if they'd give you the attention you clearly don't deserve. Don't be upset at them, they're just treating you how you do them. It's what you deserve. Fuckin' pathetic.
Daniel slowly put out the candles by pinching them in between his fingers, not caring if it burned, he deserved to feel a bit of pain after all. He sat still, simply staring at the flamboyantly decorated cake, he made it himself, and it was an actually well-made cake- but that was the problem- he didn't deserve something that nice. Doesn't matter if he made it himself, quit being so selfish. You actually think you deserve something this good?? Don't waste such a good cake on someone as shitty as yourself. Go feed it to something more deserving, like a fuckin' druggy or a homeless man, hell, even the sewer rats deserve more than you. God you're pathetic...
Hours passed, it was then 11:43pm, Daniel hadn't moved, now glossy-eyed and still by himself. He was just sitting in silence as he stared blankly at the cake, on which the fanciful buttercream frosting started sagging pitifully. He took a deep breath as he slowly picked up the knife to cut the cake, cutting off a small corner and putting it onto the paper plate before taking a bite. His dry tongue and the already bitter taste he had in his mouth just made the overly bearing sweetness of the cake taste bad- the original flavor was good, really good in fact, but the thought- he just wasted some good cake on a sack of shit like himself made it way worse, he set his fork down as something washed over him, he felt bad, the cake tasted bad, even his roommate was gone for the weekend so he couldn't celebrate with him. Daniel just stood up and decided to put the cake back in the fridge before throwing out the slice he'd cut for himself. He lazily walked over to the couch and fell onto it, his eyes becoming blurred as tears filled his eyes, threatening to overflow.
Why? Why did this bother him? He'd been though worse, hell, his childhood was just bad event after bad event, consistently shitty. But now, something so simple as a missed birthday? Why'd he care? Not like he should've expected anyone else to show up, he knew he didn't deserve such pleasure or comfort.
God damn Daniel, quit being so fuckin' pathetic, just get over yourself, you're 22 for God's sake and you've missed birthdays before. Just because you got 'friends' now doesn't mean you should raise your expectations, they don't fucking care. Get your head out of the fucking clouds dumbass. Jesus you're hopeless.
Shit just get over it.
Daniel slowly drifted to sleep, God those thoughts were always so loud....
The next morning, Daniel was awoken by the gentle rays of the morning sun that softly filtered through the curtains. As Daniel sat up his eyes fell on the shitty decorations from his failed party last night, then onto his roommate who was sitting on the counter eating a slice of cake.
"You're back so soon?" Daniel asked, his voice raspy and almost pained.
"Yep! The boss let me off early." Onyx, Daniel's roommate, said as he ate another bite of the cake. "Was your party fun?" He asked with a smile
Daniel sat up and rubbed his head, his thoughts from the previous night coming back to him and flooding his mind.
"Not really. No one showed, but it's to be expected so- it is what it is." Daniel said as he stood up and got himself a glass of water.
"Oh, sorry bout that man, do you wanna maybe go out today? We could get some Chinese food or watch a movie in celebration..." Onyx said as he set down his plate.
The idea- as corny as it was- sounded nice to Daniel... but no. Don't agree. You don't deserve it. You shouldn't waste his time because you're selfish and depressed, suck it up Daniel. Stupid, just say no-
"-Danny?" Onyx's voice cut through Daniel's thoughts as his hand found it's way to his head. "Quit overthinking Dan, if you want to go then let's go, it doesn't hurt to give yourself a break once in a while." He hummed as Daniel glanced down.
"Yeah.." Daniel muttered, "we could try it..."
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Aaaannnnnd that's where i lost motivation, sry i rushed the ending but it's liek 1:30am and I'm listening to Markiplier's Help Wanted 2 playthrough and i kept getting distracted. Anyhow i hope the angst was angsting, if not please feel free to comment on how i can improve cuz im new to writing. ♡