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.
fact that he probably orchestrates all this, making himself appear like a concerned potential mate, fills me with anger.
a moment to myself,” I mutter, unable to tear my eyes away from the rain–soaked ground. “Just, you know, think about things,
his tone filled
emotions.
already in this together, so let’s stick together. If things aren’t right, we should face
words, and in any other situation, I would welcome the sentiment. However, things are anything
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seems
turn to him, our eyes locking
you just please give me
each step I take away from him, it feels as though an invisible barrier is forming, separating us both physically
me. As the rain pours down, my tears blend with the raindrops, silently releasing the emotions that have been suffocating
within me.
there, thinking to myself, I can’t help but wonder – is there anything real about our connection? Even when Zeke and I have
the bone and feeling exposed, and Zeke’s worried eyes
his eyes mirroring a mix of worry and tenderness. I can feel the stark difference between the comforting warmth of the shelter
sense of urgency, Zeke swiftly covers
another sponsor.
with a soothing sense of security.
what happened?” Zeke’s voice, 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 a comforting warmth on my cheek.
whisper, careful not to disturb our surroundings.
falls on
“What?”
pressing on my chest. “Zeke,” I begin, my voice a fragile whisper.
filled with warmth, stiffen. There is a brief flicker of uncertainty on his face as he opens and closes his mouth, unable to find the right
intensity of
palpable.
we can’t keep running away from this. I can’t keep ignoring this or I’ll
cascade, I feel the dampness seeping into my bones, mirroring the storm inside me.
me like an unstoppable flood, and I can
I land on 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
torment.
of my punch to his chest. “Stop doing all this stuff to me if you can’t
regret etched on
the ground and drowning
my face as my voice cracks with a blend of frustration and hopelessness. “Is anything between us even real?”
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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 are as hard to find as the raindrops falling around us.
chest. “Tell me this is
our eyes meet, I can see a whirlwind
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