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.
the fact that he probably orchestrates all this, making himself appear like a concerned potential
to tear my eyes away from the rain–soaked ground. “Just, you know,
a sigh, his tone filled with a
emotions.
together, so let’s stick together. If things
in his words, and in any other situation, I would
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Fake
seems far from
turn to him, our eyes locking in an intense
please give me some
I take away from him, it feels as though an invisible barrier is forming,
and allow the rain to drench me. As the rain pours down, my tears blend with the raindrops, silently releasing the emotions that have been suffocating me. Like a bitter aftertaste,
within me.
there, thinking to myself, I can’t help but wonder – is there anything real about our connection? Even when Zeke and
and feeling exposed,
of the shelter, his 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
Zeke swiftly covers me with a warm towel, likely
another
soothing sense of security. I
silence of the rain. With a gentle touch, he reaches out and brushes away my tears, his thumb leaving a comforting warmth on my cheek.
my breath, I whisper, careful not to disturb our
voice falls on
“What?”
a deep breath, the weight of the unspoken truths pressing on my chest. “Zeke,” I begin, my
face as he opens and closes his mouth, unable
surges through me, the intensity of my emotions
palpable.
I’ll lose my mind. Give
I feel the dampness seeping into my bones, mirroring the storm inside me. Facing Zeke, my emotions boil over
surge through me like an unstoppable flood, and I can no longer keep
on Zeke’s chest carries the weight of my frustration, confusion, and anger as I unleash my pent–up emotions. As
torment.
my punch to his chest. “Stop doing all this stuff to me if you
stoic and silent, taking in every blow without uttering a single word. The combination of understanding and regret etched on his face makes the silence all the moré infuriating. As if in sync with
ground and drowning out any other sound.
voice cracks with a blend of frustration and hopelessness. “Is anything between us even
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shallow breaths. Instead, he just takes all my punches, silently watching as all my hidden emotions come pouring out. I feel lost, realizing that
plead, my fists pounding against his chest. “Tell me this
I can see a whirlwind of emotions brewing within
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