Mr. Perfect {Mewgulf}

Leaving me

I'm sorry about this chapter. It's really depressing.

No one's P.O.V

"D-Dad...?" Gulf whimpered, looking up at his dad with pleading eyes. "P-Please don't leave me... Please tell me you're joking..." His dad looked down in shock and panic, not realizing Gulf had been awake. "I- I didn't mean for you to find out about it like this..." He said softly, placing his hand on Gulf's cheek. "No, don't leave me dad... PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" He screamed, sitting up and embracing his dad in a tight hug, not wanting to let go... The only family he had that he cared about...

"Gulfie... Look at me." Mew watched the two, pain in his heart as he saw the devastating news delivered. "You are strong, and we still have a bit of time left... Let's try to use this time... Be strong Gulf... I'm not leaving yet." Gulf's lower lip quivered as he looked at his dad, who he now realized wasn't going to be with him much longer. 

"You're going to leave me... You're being serious..." Gulf said, voicing his thoughts. "I'll go... You two need to talk..." Mew whispered, kissing Gulf's cheek and getting up. Gulf didn't even look at him, only looking at his dad in pain. 

Mew left the house, tears streaming down his face as he thought about everything Gulf was going to have to endure.

*The next day*

Mew watched as Gulf walked into his classroom, sitting beside Mild, as usual. His eyes were puffy and red, as if he hadn't stopped crying, and then he was. Once again, Gulf burst into tears and rested his head on his desk, shaking violently. Everything he had been through... Losing his mom... All of the stuff other people had done to him, and now losing his dad... Mew couldn't help but feel broken right along with him.

"Gulf, hey, it's ok..." Mew heard some of the student comforting him, even though they didn't know what was wrong. Gulf got up and ran towards Mew, falling into his lap and sobbing into his chest. There were a few whispers, questioning what Gulf was doing.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Why is he on Mr. Suppasit's lap?"

"Is he ok?"

"I wonder what's wrong?"

"Why is Mr. Suppasit acting like that?"

"Does he know?"

Mew ignored everything, just held onto Gulf tighter, knowing that he needed him right now. "I'll be right back everyone. Just work on the assignment on the board." Mew said before walking out of the classroom with Gulf. "Gulf... You can go home if you need to." Mew said softly, running his hand through Gulf's hair. "B-But... I-I can't f-face him..." Gulf stuttered, hiccuping between words. 

"Baby, everything is going to be ok... Spend time with him... Ok? I'll tell the other teachers that you're in need of as break, and you can spend time with him." Gulf sniffed and nodded, taking out his phone and looking down at it. "I-I don't k-know what to d-do-" Gulf whimpered, once again burying his face in Mew's chest.

"Shh... Hey, it's ok... You're not alone baby..." Mew said, kissing the top of his head and letting a few tears fall. "Look at me..." Mew said, lifting Gulf's head up and showing him how much he cared just through his eyes. Gulf whimpered and nodded, understanding. 

"I-I'm gonna go home..." Gulf whispered, his voice now to tired to talk fully. "Ok baby... Get some rest and spend time with him... Make the most of it... Ok baby? Do you want me to drive you home?" Gulf nodded, his lower lip quivering as he looked at Mew. 

He could see the love and worry in Mew's eyes, and he knew he was going to be ok, but in this moment, it hurt so fucking bad, that he couldn't help but feel this way.

"Come on baby, let's get you home..." Mew muttered, walking him to the office so he could tell Tul about it, then drove him home.

*With his dad*

"D-Dad?" Gulf whimpered, walking into the house and going to the living room, where his dad was lying. His dad smiled softly at him and patted the seat next to him. "Hey, you're home early." His dad said. Only now did Gulf realize how weak his dad was. He only now realized what was happening and he was finally seeing the signs. 

His dad was paler than usual, and his body was more... tense. He had dark circles underneath his eyes and he was weaker. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Gulf asked, not really angry with him, but also hurt. "I don't know... I-I didn't know how..." His dad said, looking at Gulf with depressed eyes. Something in his demeanor suddenly changed and is eyes slowly closed, causing Gulf began to panic. "D-Dad?" 

No answer.

"DAD!!?" Gulf screamed, but his dad didn't wake up. Only sunk deeper into the couch. "No... No no no..." Gulf said over and over. He grabbed his phone and called 911, immediately telling them what happened and begging them to be as quick as they could. 

Everything was a blur... The sirens, the ambulance, the ride there, the doctors rushing him into a room, the soft but harsh breaths his dad was taking, as if he was gasping for breath. "He... He was supposed to have 2 months!" Gulf cried, looking at the doctor who was looking at the door his dad had been pulled through. 

After going through a list of different things and asking many questions, Gulf sat in the waiting room, shaking and begging for anyone to help. He didn't even know who he was talking to, just anyone who would listen. "Please... Please... Don't let him leave me... Please don't..." Gulf whimpered, looking up at the ceiling with tears streaming down his face.

After a few hours, the doctor came back out and looked down at Gulf, unable to talk, but Gulf didn't need to hear anything. He knew what was coming. "Why? Why was he told 2 months when he only lasted a day?" Gulf asked, his fists clenched in anger and sadness. 

"We're not completely sure... Yes, originally he had 2 months to live, but something in his brain went wrong. His brain cells were being killed off because of depression, which I just looked into. He had been suffering from it for around 10 years, which also caused his stress levels to go up. All of those things caused the illness he had to spread quicker than we had originally thought." Gulf couldn't answer... Just stayed silent. 

His dad had depression? Why? Why didn't he know this? Why did his dad keep this from him? Was it his fault? Millions of similar thoughts were running across Gulf's brain and he couldn't take it. He fell to the floor and screamed... Screamed until he couldn't breath. A painful panic that he couldn't control. 

He could barely recognize the voices around him, and people picking him up... Trying to snap him out of whatever the fuck was happening to him... A panic attack? He had experienced those before, but never this bad... Never to the point of utter and complete despair... Confusion, hatred, and sadness. It overcame his entire body and there was nothing he could do.

"P-Phi... Phi Mew... Please... Help me..." He cried after he finally stopped screaming. He tried to calm down but he couldn't... Everything... It was slowed. 

He looked up at the people surrounding him... People which the doctors called, people who they could contact in an emergency. Mild... Pufai... And

"M-Mew?"