The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Regrets

Zeke’s POV

The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow as the morning sun filters through the

window.

Indifferent as ever, Alina lies on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, the room filled with a sense of emptiness. We no longer sleep together in the same bed. The distance between us is palpable, a constant reminder of the fragments we’re trying to piece back together.

eat.”

“Hey, Alina,” I say softly, gently shaking her shoulder. “Breakfast is ready. Let’s

No matter what is said or done, her gaze remains steadfast, and she shows no signs of responding. It’s as if I’m a stranger in her world. I continue to persist, yearning for the moment when her eyes will once again hold the recognition I crave.

I prepare breakfast, a simple meal of fish that I caught earlier by the lake. As the fire crackles in the small pit, its warm sound fills the entire cabin, creating a comforting atmosphere. In the midst of cooking, I am occasionally distracted by brief glimpses of her movement from the corner of my eye. Lost in her thoughts, she sits on the edge of the bed, staring into the distance. It feels as if there is an unknown expanse separating us, a void that I long to fill.

“Alina, come on. Breakfast is ready,” I say, setting the plate of fish on the small table. “Do you want to have it there?”

“No… No, it’s fine. Just give me a minute.”

Moving at a snail’s pace, her body casts a shadow against the soft glow of the morning light. The hoodie drapes loosely over her shoulders, swaying with each step she takes. After she settles into the gound, I find myself sitting across from her, the air between us heavy with an unspoken quietness.

I watch her eat, her gaze fixed on the food as she methodically cuts and chews. The act of eating food for her became a monotonous routine, stripped of any pleasure or significance.

“Alina, do you need anything else?”

“I could use some water, I guess.”

Careful not to impose, I ask with a gentle tone, my voice barely audible. I can’t help but notice the shrug of her shoulders, a small gesture that speaks volumes. The vacant look in her eyes resonates in the void that separates us. Each passing day adds weight to the burden I carry, an ache that lingers within me.

I grab a cup, filling it with warm water that steams in the cool air, and offer it to

her.

“Here. Drink.”

“Uhh… thanks.”

Despite taking the cup, her gaze remains unresponsive, lacking any acknowledgement. I sit back, allowing her some room to breathe, while my plate of food remains untouched in front of me. Our shared silence cast a heavy shadow over the cabin, making it feel smaller and more constricting. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, a constant reminder of how far apart we’ve become. As I watch her, a wave of emotion swells in my chest, causing a lump to form in my

throat.

I watch with delight as Alina takes her time, relishing every last bite of her meal. My gaze remains fixed on her, my own plate forgotten and untouched. As she sets the empty plate down, her gaze distant, I feel compelled to break the silence.

“Do you want more? You can have this.” With a nod, I offer her my plate, which is piled high with mouthwatering fish. Alina’s gaze shifted from the plate to me, her face contorted with a peculiar expression. “I’m not that hungry.”

With a skeptical look in her eyes, she scoffs dismissively. She sees my offer, my attempt to care for her, as a complex puzzle that she can’t decipher. She lets out a

deep sigh, the sound reverberating in the stillness of the room, before finally breaking the silence with her words.

“Why are you doing this, Zeke?”

Her tone is sharp, cutting through the stillness.

Unsure of how to answer, I hesitated, my mind racing with possible responses.

“Doing what?”

“Treating me like some child who can’t take care of herself. I’m not helpless.”

reminder of how distant we had become. I can’t bear to look at her, so I shift my gaze to my hands, trying to hide

air, creating a palpable tension between us. I glance at the untouched plate in front of me, feeling my stomach grumble with hunger. “Zeke, I don’t need your help. I don’t need you to play the hero. Stop doing this for

to get you what you need,” My voice trembled with a hint of desperation as I spoke, my words desperately trying to bridge the growing gap between us. My eyes instinctively wander to the mating mark on her neck, the mark that says she’s mine. Of

in her eyes, she forcefully slaps her hand against the mating mark on her neck. “It’s really weird! I already told you, I’m still trying to remember those things you say happened. Stop making things. tougher than they already

I didn’t want it to be like this. Sorry.” I murmur, my voice

lets out a

sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out. But hey, you don’t have to share your food with me. You eat it.

“Oh, but…”

“I’m serious. Eat.”

trying to eat the food as rapidly and silently as possible, fully immersed in its flavors. She was right

can eat more.

doing all

“What?”

exasperation, Alina repeats her words, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Is this

because

she freezes. Her cheeks were flushed with a vivid red, a striking contrast to the bewildered expression in her eyes. It’s as if my confession has jolted her awake from a trance, pulling her into

“Love?”

the tranquil cabin as she repeated herself. Nodding, I can’t help but feel the weight of

upon me.

love

sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it a blend of emotions.

I lost my memories, did I love you

the air, a tenuous connection between our past and the present, waiting to be answered. When my eyes met hers, they conveyed a sense of both uncertainty and longing.

I never… I never confessed back then. I never knew how I felt, so I never

her changing expression. Breaking the silence again, her voice slices through the stillness with a sharpness akin to a

you had confessed to me back then, maybe

to wash over me. As the accusation lingers in the air, a sense of

sound of my voice betraying a combination of self–deprecating mockery and a touch

loser.”

Alina fixes her gaze on the target, her

figure out you loved me, huh?”

the heat rise in my

woke up one day and

fixates her gaze on me, patiently waiting for my response. I noticed a mischievous sparkle in her eye, a sight I had never seen before. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes fixed on me, a

intensity weighing heavily on me. “I guess… I finally got it when I couldn’t bear the

you not being there felt like

74%

my throat again, a beautiful sound. that holds me spellbound. If I could capture her in a photograph

blushing, Zeke. Is that really when you

know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I didn’t realize how much I

air, accompanied by the soothing crackling of the fire, heightening the unspoken emotions between us.

accusatory. “If you felt that way,

escapes my lips as I feel the weight of my own

on me.

had more

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

quiet, amplifying my unease as I brace myself for another night of restlessness. We have silently accepted the growing distance between us,

down, the weight of our new normal settles upon me, a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t escape. The uncertainty hung in the air, mingling with a deep sense

you not being there felt like something was missing.”

clear my throat again, a beautiful sound that holds me spellbound. If I

Zeke. Is that really when

sounds cheesy, but it’s