The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Lost

Zeke’s POV

The first thing I become aware of as I wake up, groggy, is the sound of birds chirping outside our makeshift shelter.

My senses are immediately met with a void, as I notice the absence of any sights or sounds around me. The bed feels cold, colder than it should be. Instinctively, my hand reaches out and pats the empty space beside me, hoping for warmth, only to be met with cold.

Like an unwanted visitor, panic begins to infiltrate my being amidst the hazy morning.

My eyes dart around the shelter, desperately searching for any trace of her presence, but it remains vacant. Alina’s gone. She didn’t return. Just as she has gone missing, so has my hoodie, adding to the sense of loss and confusion.

“Shit!”

The realization hits me with the force of a gut–wrenching blow.

“Alina?”

Desperately, I call out, my voice bouncing off the walls of the empty space. There’s no response, and the silence becomes almost oppressive, filling the air with a haunting presence. Anxiety tightens its grip on my chest, causing my heart to ace. Scrambling for my clothes, I feel the urgency building inside me, urging me to

hurry.

I pull on my jogger pants, the worn–out material reminding me of the countless miles I’ve run in them. Frustrated, I let out a sharp exhale of curses under my breath. The panic intensifies, my heart pounding like thunder in my chest.

Where has she gone off to?

Why did she leave me?

As if she could materialize out of thin air, I frantically scan the surroundings, my

maze, eyes darting in every direction. The familiar forest now feels like an intricate devoid of any sense of direction. My voice trembles with desperation as I call out for her again, the fear inside me growing stronger.

“Alina! Where are you?”

My words hang in the air, lingering, waiting for a response that never comes. My pleas fell on deaf ears as the stoic forest remained indifferent. I stumble out of the shelter, my eyes darting anxiously in every direction, desperate to catch even the faintest trace of her presence.

As I look around, all I can see are endless trees and a sea of vibrant green leaves. My throat tightens as I swallow the lump forming, my hand instinctively reaching up to claw at my hair, all while the cameras continue to document my

every move.

“Alina, please!”

shivers down my spine, a feeling of terror I

I had marked her, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I grit my teeth and try to block it

hesitant and unsure. The dense foliage seemed to encroach upon me, taunting my

clearing, and the warm sunlight filters through the

Where are

again, the echoes of her name

emptiness.

willingly? Was she

more menacing, echoing through the silence.

the sound of twigs snapping under my feet echoing through the silent forest. My heart leaps at the slightest rustle in the leaves and the faintest sigh of the wind. A pang

Maybe somebody stumbled upon us, forcing her to make the difficult decision to leave and shield us from harm. The

emptiness of her absence is amplified by the cold bed. The panic

1. me.

of a vacant bed. Frustration bubbles up inside me, causing me to mutter a curse under my breath. Why did she just up and leave like that?

physically rid myself of the

run my fingers through my hair again, feeling the knots and tangles that only add to my

far. I remember her telling me she needed some space to breathe, and I feel guilty for leaving her by herself. I should have gone to

But I

chest.

could feel was the weight of regret settling

echoes in the silence, a haunting reminder of her absence. The cold

could have been. I had a chance to make her mine,

separated us, but I hesitated. Fear

taken the risk?

with her warmth and laughter, deserved more than the uncertainty I offered. I let her slip

vulnerability, it all felt like a daunting abyss that I wasn’t prepared to navigate. But looking back, was that just an

desire for connection evident in the way she looked at me. And I, in my indecision, failed to reciprocate. I failed to see that she could be the anchor in this chaotic world, the one constant that could

the shelter we built together. The emptiness echoes in the silence, a haunting reminder of her absence. The cold bed, untouched and unshared, reflects the void that has grown within me. And

my mind a bittersweet

as more than just a companion in the Mating

to cross the threshold that separated us, but I hesitated. Fear clutched at my heart, whispering doubts that now echo in

her warmth and laughter, deserved more than the uncertainty I offered. I let her

a daunting abyss that I wasn’t prepared to navigate. But looking back,

me. And I, in my indecision, failed to reciprocate. I failed to see that she

let fear dictate my actions, and now I’m left with the aftermath of my choices.

accusing fingers, pointing at the consequences of my indecision. I cry out her name, my voice resonating in the calmness of the forest, but its secrets

location.