Love That's Ugly (Completed)

Getting Out Of Control

Gulf was fighting so hard to stay in control. The events of last night had been too much for him to handle and it took tremendous amount of will power to not regress. He couldn't let that happen. He was currently sitting beside Mew's bed in the hospital. They had rushed to hospital after Mew had tried to take his own life. Thankfully he hadn't lost mich blood and required only stitches. He had gained consciousness after a while and had urged Gulf not inform his parents. Right now he was sleeping peacefully like he hadn't been a mess just few hours ago.

Gulf wondered if you could love someone to the extent of wanting to kill yourself. Was anyone worth that sacrifice? Was anyone worth that much pain? To him, no one was important enough to destroy himself. All he had ever felt for people around him was disdain, fear, hurt, anger and hatred. Inevitable it was since no one had ever shown him love and care so he couldn't feel those emotions for anyone either.

But right now he felt uneasy and scared. When Mew had slashed his wrist, he could feel his heart almost stop. Watching the blood dripping down Mew's wrist was such horrific sight for him. His eyes were puffy from crying for hours last night. Though he felt nothing for Mew and in all ways that it mattered, they were practically strangers yet the thought of him dying was unfathomable for Gulf.

"Stop frowning."

Gulf was startled, "Mew? You are awake. Are you okay? Does your hand hurt? Should I call the doctor?"

"No. I'm fine. Get me discharged."

"But-"

Mew shouted at him, "Don't freaking argue with me. Go get the doctor. I'm leaving."

Gulf did as Mew said and though doctor was reluctant to let them go, Mew paid him enough to make sure no one would babble about this to reporters. It would be such a headache to deal with and his parents would create havoc if words got out. They could harm Tine if they realized why he had tried to kill himself. Shame was predominant emotion swirling inside him right now. He was Mew Suppasit and he had succumbed to his emotions to the extent that he had lost all reason. He couldn't believe he had tried to kill himself that too in front of Gulf.

It was all embarrassing and upsetting for him that it made him lash out at the only person around him though it wasn't warranted. Mew stole a glance at Gulf sitting beside him in the cab and found him sniffling. He felt guilty for making him cry but he couldn't understand why everything made Gulf cry. He cried so easily. They reached home and as soon as they entered Gulf stormed to his room and closed the door.

'Probably going to cry like a baby.' Mew thought.

Mew went to shower making sure bandages didn't get wet and decided to eat something so he strolled to the kitchen but it was a hassle to cook with his injured hand. Gulf was startled when he heard a loud crashing sound. He ran out of his room in fear thinking Mew had hurt himself again and saw Mew kneeling beside broken glass. He pushed Mew aside and swept the broken pieces and threw them in the dustbin.

Mew said, "You didn't have to. I could have cleaned it-"

Gulf turned to face him and Mew was bewildered to see tears rolling down his cheeks, "Why are you crying now?"

Gulf was tired of holding himself together so he let go. He let himself regress since trying to keep it together was straining on his mind.

"Bub is scared."

"Huh? Again with this bub thing?" Mew rolled his eyes.

Gulf poked Mew in the eye, "Don't roll your eyes at bub."

Mew screamed in pain and glared at his husband with tears blurring his vision, "Are you crazy?"

"You call bub crazy again, bub will poke your eyes out." He said menacingly.