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.
probably orchestrates all this, making himself appear like a concerned potential
to myself,” I mutter, unable to tear my eyes away from the rain–soaked ground. “Just, you know, think about
tone filled with a frustrating and helpless blend of
emotions.
this together, so let’s stick together. If things aren’t right, we should
in any other situation, I would
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Fake
appearance, he seems far
to him, our eyes locking in
just please give
air, and with each step I take away from him, it feels as though an invisible barrier is forming, separating
intrusive gaze of the cameras, 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, the feeling of being used as a pawn in
within me.
real about our connection? Even when Zeke and I have
camp, soaked to the bone and feeling
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
swiftly covers me with a warm towel,
another
sense of security. I hug myself tightly, feeling the
with genuine concern, pierces through the heavy silence of the rain. With a gentle touch, he reaches out
whisper, careful not to disturb
on deaf ears.
“What?”
the unspoken truths pressing on my chest. “Zeke,” I begin, my voice a fragile whisper. “What are
on his face as he opens and closes his mouth, unable to find the
the intensity of my emotions
palpable.
ignoring this or I’ll lose my mind.
falls like a cascade, I feel the dampness seeping into my bones, mirroring the storm inside me. Facing Zeke, my emotions boil
an unstoppable flood, and I can
Zeke’s chest carries the 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 who has become both
torment.
my punch to his chest. “Stop doing
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 our emotions, the rain
and drowning out any
with a blend of frustration and hopelessness. “Is anything
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all my punches, silently watching as all my
something!” I plead, my fists pounding against his chest. “Tell me this is real. That you’re not
a whirlwind of emotions
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