Dark Horses

Chapter 12 - Gay Revelation

Gulf ran to the mansion as fast as he could, he huffed and puffed but couldn't see Mew anywhere. He ran to the living room and the dinning and lastly, to the kitchen. He wasn't there too. Pam looked at him as he looked everywhere breathlessly, "Oh my god Gulf! Are you Okay ?"

"Ah. I need. Oh. Mew. Where. Oh. Oh. Cramps! Cramps! Cramps!" Gulf pressed his tummy as he placed his hand on his knee, leaning forward with wide eyes, Comically. 

"I guess, he telling he is having cramps, Mom." Sam said as he came out from the room.

"Obviously Sam! Go bring some water!" Pam said rolling her eyes as she quickly went to Gulf to help him to sit on the chair. Pam saw Gulf's red cheeks and as he was pressing his tummy tight, "Are you Okay, dear ?" Pam asked worriedly. 

"Damn, I need to hit the gym. " Gulf leaned back with closed eyes as the pain subsided. He took deep breaths. He looked at Sam and took the glass of water from him, Gulf gulped it all in one go. 

"Ah. Wow. I am feeling better, Pam. Thank you. Where is Mew ?" Gulf asked as he calmed down. 

"Maybe in the study, dear. " 

"Oh, right. This is a very big house to start with.." Gulf felt foolish, he should have checked there first. Gulf smiled and excused himself and walked towards the study. There was silence, he felt weirdly nervous. What would he even tell Mew? But he needed to apologize. 

Gulf knocked once, slowly. Mew hummed, Gulf opened the double doors and walked in. He couldn't see Mew at his Desk. The walls behind the desk were filled with books and a huge clean desk ahead with a huge aura of ingenious personality. 

Gulf walked in and walked ahead to the empty study, as he looked towards the right, He saw Mew's back as he stood in the balcony. His board shoulders with his sleeves pulled up, crumbled at his elbow. 

Gulf walked and stood next to Mew. Mew took long drags of his cigarette, smoking heavily. Gulf squeezed his hands on the wooden railing and looking over the view. Mew continued inhaling the smoke and looking ahead. The silence was killing, Gulf. 

"Didn't know you smoked." Gulf said softly, stealing a glance at silent Mew.

Mew didn't say anything. They stood in silence for a minute. Mew dusted his cigarette bud with his slender finger near the railing in the air and took a huge drag again. 

Gulf just looked at Mew, He wanted to place his hand on his. There was little place between their hands. The railing was cold. He remembered the time he felt his hand in his, it was cold as well but the warmth of his hands felt good with his coldness. He wanted to hold his hand and tell him he was sorry. He didn't mean it like the way he did. 

"I am sorry." Gulf closed his eyes and hung his head. Mew smoked again in silence. 

"Won't you say anything to me ? " Gulf asked again after a long silence.

Mew didn't react, he smoked a big puff. Gulf was just getting irritated, He wanted Mew to say something, at least something. Shout at him or get angry at him or anything! No reaction was a slow death. 

"Please say something." Gulf said softly, vulnerable. His soft voice crept in Mew's skin. It skipped his heart beat. His begging voice wasn't something he was used to. This was the first time he heard it and he froze. Froze with cigarette on his parted lips. 

Gulf huffed in annoyance, "I was... just in anger. I didn't mean it that way. I am sorry. He just hurt me, that's all and I think, after I spoke about it, I remembered myself again with him, in that hopeless relationship that was going no where. "