#Cigarettesstress🚬

[cigarettestress]

Summary: Taylor celebrates her quncieñera, a big party for Latinas when they turn 15 but remembering who she lost spoils the mood.

Author's notes: PERHAPS LISTEN TO AMOR ETERNO BY ROCÍO DÚRCAL WHILE READING, based on those really sad quince videos I always see. The meaning of this song being watered down to losing a lover and not her losing her son is my thirteenth reason why.Fuck it we die like Tyler 🗣️

Amor eterno

The day was joyful before Taylor laid her eyes on the picture In Front of her. She felt gorgeous in every aspect, her dress was everything she dreamed of and more, her venue was decorated just like the images from her Pinterest board she made all those years ago she so happily name “quince ideas”, her friends there to enjoy this milestone in her life, even Ashlyn was enjoying herself, she did have to keep her headphones on the entire time due to the noise, but she enjoyed herself regardless. It felt perfect all the way through and she couldn't feel more grateful to her friends (more specially Aiden and his parents for making her quncieñera possible.) But her mood was ruined when she was called up to do her father daughter dance.

One of the most important events of the night and that's when she finally got nervous. Her hands shook ever so slightly but Taylor swore she'll be brave. Her mom gave her a gift while looking at her with a sorrowful look. It reminded Taylor of how she looked before her mother started getting better, being present in their lives. It was covered by Sage green wrapping paper, just like her dress. The gift itself was obvious just by the looking at the shape, she's seen it a million times before but this feels too real. The music starts playing the moment she starts tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal a picture of Taylor and her father when he was still alive. It was the last photo taken before he died as well. Just looking at the photo made her tear up but she tried to continue.

She held the photo in her arms, slowly turning around while swaying. She couldn't hear anything else around her, only the sound of her thoughts telling her not to cry but she just couldn't hold it any longer and felt her knees go weak, falling to the ground. She let go of the framed photo letting it fall to her knees, while she held her face in her hands as she began to cry, thinking of what could have been if her father lived. While Taylor hadn't noticed or cared about the people watching her they all showed clear sympathy for the girl but none knew exactly what to do. None except Tyler.

He got up from his seat as fast as he could to go hug the girl crying on the ground. Taylor hadn't realized this until she felt his arms around her quickly looking up. Once she recognized who it was Tyler slowly pulled her back up onto her feet, placing the photo gently to the side. This time he put her hand on his shoulder and her other hand holding his, dancing with her in place of their father. Upon this realization Taylor pulled Tyler into a hug, arms now around his shoulders instead. What Taylor couldn't see was her brother also shedding tears of his own while holding onto her and staring at the photo of her and their dad that lay on the floor behind them. Taylor spoke barely above a whisper with the loud sound of the music but Tyler still heard it,

“thank you, for everything”