Trusting Again (Blind Trust series book 2)

Chapter 3: How to fix it?

POV Gulf

Gulf didn’t even remember how he got home that day.

He could only remember the pain and the way he felt, like he couldn’t take a deep breath no matter how hard he tried.

He felt heartbroken… but what was more, he felt defeated.

He had tried so hard to make Mew trust him. To make him love him. To make him see he would never turn his back on him. He had known what he was getting into though. So partly, it was his own fault.

He had actually believed he had succeeded, but that hadn’t been the case.

Gulf still remembered the cold look on Mew’s face. The way things went down in just a couple of days. Ironically, no one was talking about his picture anymore. The problem had died down, and fans had moved on to new things to be mad and offended about.

And Gulf had cried. More than he had ever cried before. He cried until he felt no more water could come out of his eyes. Poom had been with him the whole time.

- Gulf, if you keep crying like this you’re gonna get sick – she had said worriedly.

- Why did he leave me, Poom? What did I do? – Gulf had sobbed – I thought we loved each other. I thought we were going to stay together for a long time. Didn’t we say that?

Poom's sad expression had moved around his best friend’s face.

- I don’t know Gulf. I don’t have an explanation for you.

After the pain and all the crying, it only left numbness.

He got to a point where he didn’t feel a thing. Where watching Mew’s pictures didn’t make him want to bawl. Where remembering all the things they had done and said didn’t feel like a punch to the guts.

At that point Gulf wasn’t living… he was merely existing.

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- Gulf, son… Are you okay?

Gulf looked up from the dining table to his mom. His parents were looking at him worriedly while he had been spacing out.

- Uh?

- Are you feeling okay? – his father repeated.

No… I’m not.

- Sure… - Gulf said softly – Why?

His parents looked at each other before facing him again.

- Son… have you looked at yourself lately? – his mother pointed out.

Gulf looked down at himself and saw in disbelieve what he looked like.

After the event he had with Mew and the cast, Gulf had felt the need to let his emotions out. He had held on the best he could while being interviewed when every single touch between him and Mew had burned like acid.

There was nothing more painful than faked love and care.

He was still wearing the same pants and shirt he had been doing the day he had gone to the event, only dirtier and with a lot of wrinkles.

- What day is today? – Gulf asked confused.

His parents stared at him surprised.

- It’s Wednesday, son – his father answered.

So it’s been two days.

How did he get to the point where he didn’t even know what day of the week was?