The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Fear

Zeke’s POV

I… I couldn’t stop myself. –

The rage pulsed through me, roaring like a hurricane in my thoughts. She threatened Alina, tried to hurt her. My hands tightly clung to her head, relentlessly pounding it against the unforgiving floor. With each strike, I could feel her bones yielding beneath my fists, the sickening thud resounding in my mind. I felt a wet and metallic substance splatter on my face, chest, and arms, covering me completely.

Alina… she was there, right beside us.

I couldn’t stand by and watch harm come to her, so I took it upon myself to be her protector. The world faded into a blur, leaving me with one goal: keeping her out of harm’s way. I spat on the broken mess I’d made of that woman’s face, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disgust.

I turned back to Alina, her head resting against my chest as I cradled her.

Her open eyes stared into nothingness, devoid of any expression. I shook her softly, desperately trying to get her attention.

No response. Nothing.

Panic took hold of me, paralyzing my thoughts and sending shivers down my spine. I held her tighter, my words of reassurance mingling with the scent of her

hair.

Was she hurt?

Was it something the woman did to her?

I don’t know. I’m scared shitless.

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1. me.

I had no idea I could even feel this much, the rush of emotions overvintring

I hold Alina close, her fragile form trembling within my arms.

The cold reality of the situation bites at my soul, and I feel the weight of guilt pressing down on me like a thousand–ton boulder. Her body feels so small against mine, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest is the only sign that she’s still breathing.

I press my forehead against hers, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver down my spine. It’s as if I can feel the fever radiating from her, a scorching heat that matches the flames of regret burning within me. The air is thick and suffocating, a constant reminder of the weight of my guilt.

She looks ahead, her eyes vacant and distant, as if lost in her own thoughts. It’s a sight that pierces through me, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. I want to reach into the depths of her soul and pull her back from wherever she’s gone, but I

know it’s a place only she can navigate.

“Alina,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as it cracks. “I messed up, Alina. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, all of it. I should’ve been there for you, protected you.”

She doesn’t react. She’s not looking at me.

It’s like she’s lost in some place I can’t reach.

“Please, please come back to me.”

are heavy and strained, filling the room with an uncomfortable sound. It’s a painful reminder of what I’ve done, of the consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might have been different. That was the responsibility I took on for myself. I had the freedom to do one thing, and I couldn’t seize

lips in a hushed whisper as I

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Eyes:

of this. I should have been more careful, more aware. It’s because of me that they did this to

my eyes searching

emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used to reside.

fix this,” I mutter, my voice barely audible. “I promise.”

like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under. But I

link in

words carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. “I’m so sorry.”

bodies of those who brought about this chaos lay before me, their eyes locked in a haunting emptiness as I carefully step over them.

and the bitter taste of my own guilt.

capturing our every move. The anger builds within me, a fire fueled by the

they

voice low and

Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re trapped in a twisted game

be

step over the small robots, their screens displaying our

Eyes

Not from sponsors. Not from the

is Alina, and she’s

is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body against my chest offers solace

Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly bear, I stumble over roots and rocks,

that moment, everything else becomes a distant blur, and all I can feel is

I not

through the foliage, a small haven that once held echoes of our laughter and shared

my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her

Alina,” I whisper, my voice choked with regret. “I should have realized sooner

They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill

don’t know why it took me so long to understand,” I

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Alina.

start.”

as if my embrace could erase the scars of

audible. “Every moment without you was torture. I should have come for

weight of my guilt hangs heavy in the air. I replay the moments leading to her

I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal. I

circular patterns on her back, as if trying to erase the emptiness reflected in her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises and scars, I

my voice breaking. “I should have seen it in your eyes. I should have known you needed me. Just as much

her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of

a solemn vow. “I won’t let you go again.

can’t.”

tracing the contours of her cheeks. Her eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty gaze. I lock eyes with her, my gaze filled with the profound regret and overwhelming

her.

voice raw with emotion.

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