2gether AU: Stay, be Still

Chapter 10: I Just Want Him to be Okay

Wat's POV

Weekend mornings with Tine in my arms were more than perfect.

Tine was restless after we came out from the bathroom last night, and we made love all night long until the sky turned into streaks of pink and purple.

I took my time to savour Tine's peaceful sleeping face before I fell asleep. His lips parted slightly with his pearly white teeth resting against his plump lower lip, his regular warm breathes reminding me about the reason for my existence.

To love you unconditionally.

I stroked his cheeks gently and moved my fingers across his hickey-littered neck.

I knew he was afraid, I knew he was guilty.

Tine was afraid that I would leave him alone to face the ugliness of this world alone.

Even death itself was an ugly thing.

Tine was guilty that he had doubted my pure love for him.

Tine was the best thing that had happened in my life, how could I not love him with all I had.

I sent a prayer to express my gratitude. It was that life-changing concert that brought Tine to me, that brought our hearts together.

I pressed a soft kiss in between his brows and snuggled closer.

"I love you, Tine." I whispered.

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The loud metal screech from the kitchen woke me up abruptly.

The first thing that registered in my mind was that Tine wasn't in my arms anymore.

So, that must be my Tine who is in danger.

I didn't even bother to look for a T-shirt to put on before making my way to the kitchen. My heart was thumping loudly and my head was throbbing intensely, I could feel the adrenaline rush just at the back of my tongue.

"Tine! Tine!"

Tine was kneeling on the floor with his fingers buried in his hair. He was groaning agonisingly and I had no idea what had happened.

Did he cut himself? Or did he burn himself while preparing breakfast?

Instantly, I pulled Tine into my arms, resting his head against my shoulders. I rubbed his biceps shakily, trying to provide him with some warmth.

"Tine, God, what happened?"

Tine wasn't answering my question, he was shutting his eyes tightly. My heart was racing frantically in my chest. My palms grew sweaty, I had no idea what should I do to make him feel better.

It broke my heart to witness Tine in such a vulnerable state.

"Tine, come back to me please."

God, I beg you, please.

The sting in my eyes aggravated and trails of tears split over, moistening my cheeks.

I felt helpless, useless as Tine continued to whimper in my arms. I showered him with light kisses, hoping that they would make him feel better.

Tine, Tine, Tine.

"God, Tine, what should I do?"

As if Tine was there, but his soul was far away. He started sobbing in my arms, his pale face twisted in pain.

This is the first time I've seen him experiencing this much torture.

And it shattered my heart to pieces.