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As Tugger wrapped his arms around Misto’s waist, he realized that he was the luckiest guy in the world.
He was here, he was happy, and he had the most wonderful boyfriend in the whole of New York City.
He brought himself somehow closer to the sleeping Misto next to him. Pressing his face into the black haired boy’s neck. Nudging him softly to wake him up. Misto only stirred softly. Causing Tugger to smile softly at the man next to him.
“Misto.” Tugger whispered to him, attempting to wake him up. But there was no answer, so Tugger said it again, slightly louder. He only got a hum of acknowledgement from Misto.
“It’s time to wake up now.” Tugger said, nudging Misto’s neck. “It’s almost 10, and we have to get to that party.” Tugger’s brother, Munkustrap, was throwing a party for his fiance, Alonzo’s birthday. And the two of them had to be there by 3.
Misto groaned, his first real sign of being awake this whole time. “Just 5 more minutes.” He mumbled. Tugger laughed.
“And 5 minutes turns into 10, and then 10 turns into 20. Come on, you’re never going to get up if you don’t get up now.” Tugger said. Misto was known for being able to sleep like the dead. There were a few instances when they had first gotten together where Tugger truly thought Misto had passed away.
Misto groaned. “Fine, I'll get up now.” And proceeded to push himself (and Tugger, since they were basically connected currently) up into a sitting position on their bed. He maneuvered himself out of Tugger and stood up from the bed. When Tugger let out a whine of protest, Misto replied “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to get ready.”
Tugger rolled his eyes, not being able to help the smile on his face, stood up as well. He wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck, and pulled him close. Giving him a peck on the lips. When Misto pulled back, his face scrunched up into one of disgust.
“Ew.” He said, “You have morning breath. Go brush your teeth.” With that, he pushed Tugger towards the bathroom, earning a large laugh from the taller man.
As Tugger made his way to the bathroom, Misto got dressed. He put on his regular black waistcoat, and black slacks. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was tousled and getting too long. He made a mental note about getting a haircut soon. He attempted to make it look neater than before.
Tugger walked out of the bathroom and Misto went in. He brushed his teeth and properly fixed his hair. When Misto walked back out, Tugger was nowhere to be found.
He made his way to the kitchen, and found Tugger sitting at the table with a coffee in his hand and one next to him for Misto. It was black, just like he liked it. Unlike Tugger, who put an unhealthy amount of sugar and cream into his.
Misto sat down next to him. Whilst he was in the bathroom, Tugger had got dressed, he put on a pair of leather pants with a matching leather jacket and a tight black tank top under it.
Misto sipped his coffee and the hot liquid burnt his tongue.
“If we want to get there on time, we have to leave in about 15 minutes, since we’re walking.” Misto said, and Tugger nodded in agreement. They had been walking everywhere since they had moved to the city, finding it easier than driving.
The two spent those 15 minutes talking about whatever came into their mind. Just enjoying each other's company, thinking about how lucky they were to have each other.
These were the thoughts going through the two’s heads before Misto looked up at the clock hanging on their wall.
3:00
“It looks like we need to be going now.” He said to Tugger. Who stood up from his stool and placed the two mugs into the sink. He figured one of them would do the dishes later.
The two joined hands and walked out the door to begin their walk.
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He didn’t even see the car coming.
Misto had just taken a step forward to cross the street, and then everything had gone black.
The car came rushing through the red light. Misto hadn’t done anything wrong.
Puck Macavity. That was the name of the person behind the wheel that had ruined Tugger’s life.
That was all the information he knew as he sat outside of the hospital room that held the love of his life’s fate.
Tugger felt his leg spasming beneath his hand. He found himself unable to rest. His breaths were coming short, and thoughts were flooding through his head. What if Misto was dead? What would he do? How could he possibly recover from that?
Misto was the only good thing Tugger had since the death of his mother. He was there for him when no one else was. Misto was there for Tugger on nights where his addiction got the best of him. Who would be there for him now?
Tugger looked at the empty seat next to him, where that Macavity fellow was supposed to be. He had stayed there for less than 5 minutes. Mumbling some half-assed apology before fleeing out the door. Tugger felt his blood boil at the thought. Someone could have killed (no not killed, Misto was fine, everything was fine) his boyfriend and just shrugged it off like a normal Tuesday?!
Tugger took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. But the attempt was fruitless, as it only made his breaths shallower and his heart rate faster. Tugger felt as if the walls were closing in on him. He could not live without Misto, he was the only thing keeping Tugger going anymore. Without Misto, Tugger could have been dead in an alleyway by now. He saved him. Now Tugger was only hoping that Misto could be saved as well.
Tugger hadn’t gotten a great look at Misto when the car hit him. He took one look at him and promptly threw up. He called the ambulance, but could not look at Misto. With the one glance he saw, he saw that Misto was covered in blood, his legs were bent at a weird angle, and his head looked like it had almost a dent in it.
The image was plaguing Tugger’s mind. He could only think, what if? What if he had been the one to step forward first? Misto would be completely ok. He could live without Tugger. Misto could live without his constant bugging, he could live without having to deal with Tugger’s withdrawals. Tugger could only wish that the roles were switched right now.
When the doctor walked out and called Tugger over, he felt like he could breathe for the first time in forever. Misto would be okay, everything would be okay.
“What happened?” Tugger asked. “Is he okay?”
“Well he was given serious trauma to the head.” The doctor said, eyebrow creasing with guilt. “We tried everything we could, but.. He was already gone before he arrived.”
And just like that. Tugger’s world crashed around him.
Misto, the only person who had really been there for him in years. His best friend, his lover, the only person who really mattered, was gone. All these years they had spent together were gone just like that.
Before Tugger could hold back, he felt tears streaming down his face. He started to collapse to the floor, but the doctor caught him before he could fall. She supported him over to a chair where he could sit down.
“I’ll… give you some time to process.” She said, before rushing off and leaving him alone.
Tugger could not stop the tears, his breath went from coming in short, to not coming in at all. It was not supposed to be like this. If one of them was to die at such an early age, it should have been him. It shouldn’t have been Misto, he was too good. Tugger could not live without him.
As Tugger wrapped his arms around himself, and sobs racked his body. He realized that he was the unluckiest person alive.