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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His Eyes Feat

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.”

the consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might

tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper as I press gentle kisses on

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Eyes:

for you. I never wanted any of this. I should have been more

my eyes searching

find is emptiness, a void

I mutter, my voice barely audible. “I

the heavy sigh that escapes my lips. It feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see

link in the

sorry,” I whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. “I’m so sorry.”

is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought

blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s still

the trees, capturing our every move. The anger builds within me, a fire fueled by the violation of our privacy. My glare meets each lens, a

that they won’t break

low and fierce. “Even just for

the cameras continue to watch, indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that

to be in.

small robots, their screens displaying our names

Eyes Pear

don’t need anything. Not from sponsors. Not from the

need is Alina,

within es depths. The path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a

of nature are drowned out by the echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater

and all I can feel is the warmth of the

did I not realize

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

my arms, nuzzling my face into

my voice choked with regret. “I should have realized sooner

the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill

me so long

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Eyes

live without you, Alina. I should

start.”

embrace could

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

moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed opportunity to save her from

thought I could live without you,” I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt

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 am reminded of the unimaginable horrors she has faced, and

“I should have seen it in your eyes. I should have known you needed me.

skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of the love I couldn’t put

solemn vow. “I won’t let

can’t.”

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

her.

lose you again,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I can’t

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