𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

xxiv: New Begining, Old story

This is Part II of the book Devil's Heat

[1 month later]

Many things occurred after that day. But those days for Type was the worst days of his life. He had to get in the habit of taking his heat suppressors during his heat. And almost every night, his dreams were always about Tharn. Some where Tharn left him for another after getting bored and others where just wet dreams.

But it wasn't just his dreams. Day by day, he'd feel regret, pain, and longing where he desperately wanted to reverse time. He knew it was his fault for hating on Tharn so much that he couldn't even realize his feelings for the man. But as he thought it over, he always knew he liked him since the birthday party but his pride always got the best of him. It was embarrassing for him.

He knew this meant that he was most likely gay and he still hated the thought of it, but the fact that his mate ran away because of him was more painful. Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone that since his pride still mattered to him.

Tine, on the other hand, did a good job of trying to forget about Sarawat. He often kept himself busy during the day with school, work and other activities. However, he couldn't escape from the inevitable dreams that Type was struggling with. Dreams that just projected vivid memories of their sex or the fights they had.

But after a couple days, Tine decided to cut down his sleep schedule, he found that the least the slept, the less he'd have to dream about the one man he secretly still desired. But Sarawat was a bitxh in his mind. A cold, ruthless, heartless, sleazy, bitxh that didn't even have feelings for him.

To these two omegas, the past 1 month felt like a decade where by everyday that passed, their spirits were beginning to drain.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Gun asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat back in his chair.

"Yeah, we're kinda really worried about you two." Techno shifted his eyes between Tine and Type.

"Tine you look absolutely disheveled and Type you look dead inside but also like you're gonna crumble at any moment." Gun let out a long sigh as he closely inspected his friends faces.

"Is he back?" Type lifted his eyes from his hands that were in front of him.

"Ugh Type, you can't keep moping around just because Tharn left. Is it really that bad? You don't even like him-"

"-do you know how it feels?" Type cut his friend off with a bitter tone. "I know I'm getting what I deserve after treating him like the way I did but it really hurts so please refrain from making statements like that." He turned his face away from his friends and clenched his jaw, frustrated that a statement like that even came out of his mouth.

"What about you Tine. Why do you look like death itself?? Dude your face looks hella dull and your eye bags are nasty.." Techno scooted in closer to the table and studied Tines miserable look.

"Tine you spent days crying in your room after you came back that day and you've been like this ever since. Are you really not going to tell us what happened?" Gun rubbed his forehead from the headache he was experiencing at the sight of his friends.

"There's nothing to tell." Tine bit the inside of mouth as he avoided eye contact with the two guys on the other side of the table that were interrogating them like parents.