The Mating Run by Leeka
Chapter 52
Fake
My eyes flutter open, and I am met with the comforting sensation of being held. by Zeke.
In any other circumstance, being held in such an embrace upon waking up offers a sense of comfort, a quiet reminder of our strong connection. As my consciousness fully returns, a disconcerting truth settles heavily on my shoulders.
Zeke’s arms, which were once a comforting embrace, now feel constricting and suffocating. It isn’t the gentle embrace I expect upon waking; it’s a hold that leaves. me feeling confined.
I shift, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as my senses pick up on the presence of another camera. The camera’s unblinking lens is fixed on us, as if freezing the vulnerability of the moment in time. It’s as if a punch to the gut, the realization washes over me – we are being watched again, our every intimate moment exposed to unseen eyes.
And I just know that it is Zeke’s idea, as the sound of his voice echoes in my
mind.
Anger and betrayal surge through me, overwhelming my emotions.
I carefully untangle myself from Zeke’s embrace, the once gentle motion now filled with a hint of desperation. The weight of my emotions threatens to spill over, creating a heavy atmosphere around me. I crave distance, a breath of air to bring clarity to my thoughts.
I feel manipulated, like a pawn on a chessboard with every move carefully plotted.
The sound of something shifting beside me causes me to tense up, and I let out a quiet curse.
“Alina, what’s wrong?”
Through the silence, Zeke’s voice rings out, carrying a palpable sense of worry. Standing there, I can feel his gaze on me, his eyes filled with confusion. With a tired sigh, he rubs his eye and lets out a quick yawn. Although I despise it, a surge of concern for him floods my being.
At first, I remain silent, not answering. As he continues to stare at me, I let out a frustrated sigh. I mumble under my breath, the words barely escaping my lips.
“I just need to get out and get some air.”
As I speak, my voice trembles with the same intensity as the brewing storm
within.
Zeke’s voice echoes through the air once more, tinged with both anxiety and
perplexity.
“Alina, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”
In that fleeting moment, the weight of my emotions makes me contemplate opening up to him, as if the words are begging to be released. I want to ask the question that lingers in my mind – what are we? And what does this mean for us? I fall silent, that we are still being watched, and that someone or something is
aware
observing our every move.
orchestrates all this, making himself appear like a concerned potential mate, fills me
I mutter, unable to tear my eyes away from the
his tone filled with a frustrating
emotions.
together. If things aren’t right, we should
and in any other situation, I would welcome the sentiment. However, things are anything but normal, and judging by
Sun, 10
Fake
he seems far
turn to him, our eyes locking in an intense gaze.
give me
and with each step I take away from him, it feels as though
the rain pours down, my tears blend with the raindrops, silently releasing the emotions that have been suffocating me. Like a bitter aftertaste, the feeling of being used as a pawn
within me.
to myself, I can’t help but wonder – is there anything real about our connection? Even when Zeke and I have tender moments, it feels
return to the camp, soaked to the bone and
eyes mirroring a mix of worry and tenderness. I can feel the stark difference between the comforting warmth of the shelter and the biting cold of the rain–soaked world outside, intensifying the
swiftly covers me with
from another
yet so powerful, surrounds me with a soothing sense of
dripping with genuine concern, pierces through the heavy silence of the rain. With a gentle touch, he reaches out and brushes away my tears, his thumb leaving
breath, I whisper, careful
falls on deaf
“What?”
on my chest. “Zeke,” I begin, my voice a fragile
he opens and closes his mouth, unable to find the right words. The heavy weight settling between
me, the intensity of
palpable.
this or I’ll lose
feel the dampness seeping into my bones, mirroring the storm inside me. Facing Zeke, my emotions
through me like an unstoppable flood, and I can no
weight of my frustration, confusion, and anger as I unleash my pent–up emotions. As raindrops fall, they mingle with my tears, distorting my view of the person
torment.
the impact of my punch to
word. The combination of understanding and regret
and
Tears stream down my face as my voice cracks with a blend of frustration and hopelessness. “Is anything
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all that fills the silence is the sound of his shallow breaths. Instead, he just takes all my punches, silently watching as all my hidden emotions come pouring out. I feel lost, realizing that the answers I want
chest. “Tell me this is real. That you’re not
I can see a whirlwind
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