MewGulf The Series: 12 ep and special

The Great Depression

Gulf opened his eyes and for a few seconds tried to figure out what kind of sound had just woken him up, but it didn't matter when he realized that he was not at home. Oooooh, what a headache... The bright morning light made everything even worse, so the guy hurried to close his eyelids and, already squinting, looked at the room. Hotel? Judging by the interior - yes, but how did he get here? The sleepy brain refused to turn on and give out the necessary information, but it had no choice, because its owner desperately needed to extract everything from memory and analyze.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

He'd better not remember... Gulf groaned in pain, clutching his buzzing head with all his might as vivid images began to float into his mind.

Yesterday, when he came to the farewell party, Gulf was in such a mood that it was just right to hang himself on a nearby tree, and not rejoice with his colleagues at the end of filming. Because of this, he doubted to the last whether it was worth going at all, but then he decided that this would cause a lot of unnecessary and inconvenient comments, so it was easier to drag himself in and then quickly escape under a plausible pretext. But as soon as he saw Mew, everything became very difficult, although, it would seem, it was much more difficult there... In the last days he really ran from Phi, cowardly avoiding him, although he saw that he wanted to talk to him. Probably, his behavior caused the elder a lot of questions, but unfortunately Gulf had no answers for him - as well as for himself, however.

It would seem that for himself Gulf had already decided that the best option for him (for them) would be distancing, but then he could not resist and rushed to help Phi on the set of a difficult scene. But when Type said goodbye to Tharn, Gulf himself somewhere deep inside was dying of melancholy, because, saying these words to Mew, he seemed to be tearing off a piece of flesh from himself - he had grown in Phi too much... At the same time he still hoped that such a decision and the truth would be optimal for both of them: Gulf would be able to understand himself, and the elder... Well, Gulf hoped that he would forgive him someday.

This event, which was supposed to be a mini-holiday for their entire team, was perceived by Gulf almost as a mourning one, because after it everything would definitely end. This was the point of no return which he was so afraid of, but that inevitably approached. And now he had the last hours before this stage of his life ends, and Gulf was not sure that he was ready for a new one. He was not sure of anything at all now except for that soft, a little sad, smile that Phi gave him when he saw his Nong, and a warm strong hand that squeezed his shoulder encouragingly. Although the guy felt that the elder's first impulse was to hug, but he clearly stopped himself.

Something like this, Mew, it all ends...

Gulf involuntarily looked away, because he saw a dumb question in the eyes opposite, but 'not now, Phi, not now... give me some time'. He reached out and almost gropingly took a glass of wine to take a couple of sips before being pulled onto the stage with his elder to entertain his colleagues. Oh god, to sing again... The guy shrank internally, but caught a soothing look, and then 'I'll lead' a quiet one - 'just sing along, everything will be fine'. Gulf nodded, feeling how tightly his friend's hand squeezes his palm - and it was not so scary to sing, even if it was still not the most pleasant leisure, but he still somehow coped. As well as with the subsequent game, which unexpectedly amused him and cheered up a little.

But when they returned to the table, melancholy took possession of him again, so he found the simplest solution: he began to pour wine over it, since there was an abundance of it on the tables today. At the same time, he caught Mew's wary glances out of the corner of his eye, but this did not stop him, because there was too strong a desire to muffle this incomprehensible melancholy. Therefore, he soon strayed from the count of the glasses, and then completely found himself on Phi's shoulder when he tried to wake him up, to which Gulf could only indistinctly be indignant and doze off again. Through a dream, he heard some conversations, and then he felt how familiar hands raised him and practically dragged him somewhere. In the process of "transportation" the guy started to wake up, but he still did not have the strength to talk, so he hung like a limp rag on the shoulder of the elder, while he dealt with the hotel employee, where, as it turned out, he was taken to sleep. Well, Gulf was not at all opposed to taking a horizontal position, because his legs did not hold him at all, which soon happened when Phi lay him on the bed.