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.”

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 the opportunity to do it as best

that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper as I

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never wanted any of this. I should have been more careful,

searching hers for

void where her

fix this,” I mutter, my voice

escapes my lips. It feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under.

in the chain.

time, the words carrying the weight of

carefully lifted Alina into my arms, her frail body resting against mine. The weight of her is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought about this chaos lay before me, their

bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign

Hidden cameras peer from behind the trees, capturing our every move.

warning that they

growl, my voice low and fierce. “Even just

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

to be in.

their screens displaying

Eyes Pear

anything. Not from sponsors. Not from

is Alina, and she’s slipping

is treacherous, and I navigate it with a

weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater

becomes a distant blur, and all I can feel is the warmth of the

I not realize

a bittersweet reminder of what we once shared. Finally, the cabin emerges through the foliage, a small haven that once held echoes of our laughter and shared moments. I tenderly settle Alina onto the makeshift bed we constructed, the warmth of the blankets embracing her. The worn blankets and pillows carry the weight of

next to her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. I hold her delicate body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her hair. Her scent lingers in the air, a sweet and

regret. “I should have realized sooner how much I need

chin on top of her head, the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall

it took me so long to understand,” I

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murmur. “I can’t live without you, Alina. I should have

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could erase the scars

“Every moment without you was

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

you,” I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina. 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

realize?” I murmur, my voice breaking. “I should have seen it

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

I say, the words a solemn

can’t.”

the contours of her cheeks. Her eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty gaze. I lock eyes with her, my gaze

her.

you again,” I whisper, my voice raw

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