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!”

Waking up alone sent shivers down my spine, a feeling of terror I never anticipated. Although I’ve

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

branches scratching against my skin, my steps hesitant and unsure. The dense foliage seemed to encroach

reach the edge of the small clearing, and the warm sunlight filters through the trees, casting

are

name fading away, leaving

emptiness.

leave willingly? Was she

question grows more menacing, echoing through the

through the silent forest. My heart leaps at the slightest rustle in the leaves and the faintest sigh of the wind. A pang of regret washes over me as I wonder if I

stumbled upon us,

at the shelter, the emptiness of her absence is amplified by the cold

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contentment. Now, all that remains is the chilling absence of a vacant bed. Frustration bubbles up inside me, causing me to mutter a

rid myself of the mental fog

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

me she needed some space to breathe, and I feel guilty for leaving her by herself. I should have gone to her, embraced her tightly, and offered

But I

chest.

feel was the weight of

haunting reminder of her absence. The cold bed, untouched and unshared, reflects the void that has grown within me. And now, the weight of regret settles like an anchor in my

that taunts me with what could have been. I had a chance to

taste, rises in my throat. I had the power to make her mine, to cross the threshold that separated us, but I hesitated. Fear clutched at my heart, whispering

I have taken the

uncertainty I offered. I let her slip through my fingers,

I wasn’t prepared to navigate. But

indecision, failed to reciprocate. I failed to see that she could be the anchor in this chaotic world, the one

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

through my mind a

could have been. I had a chance to make her mine, to claim her as more than just

threshold that separated us, but I hesitated. Fear clutched at my heart, whispering doubts that now

thoughts. Alina, with her warmth and laughter, deserved more than the uncertainty I offered. I let her slip through my fingers, and now the regret gnaws

for a relationship. The commitment, the vulnerability, it all felt like a daunting abyss that I wasn’t prepared to navigate. But looking

her 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

actions, and now I’m left with the aftermath

the consequences of my indecision. I cry out her name, my voice resonating in the calmness of the forest, but

location.

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