You, your cat and our best love story [MewGulf AU]

Just we and our love

Just don't be like all of them, Gulf, no, you can't be like them, my boy.

Turning over in my head all the possible reasons for your sudden disappearance, I go upstairs to your apartment.

I press the bell button with my index finger.

You don't answer for a long time.

Finally, the door opens.

Still wearing the same blue yesterday T-shirt. Your hair is tousled, the eyes are stricken with sadness and ... fear?

"Gulf" I say, and close the door as calmly as I can. "What happened? I wake up and you're gone. You didn't even leave a note… I'm not a young boy, Gulf… This anxiety can cause the heart attack."

Yesterday's haunted look.

"Gulf, my angel… It hurts a lot, doesn't it? Is that why you left in such a hurry this morning? You were scared that when we wake up, you'd have to endure the pain again?"

You shake your head.

"Then what?" I take a step forward, but you're backing up against the wall... hmm. Okay.

You're silent. And you don't look like you're going to take your notebook.

"Gulf, tell me what happened. Don't make me wonder. I'm just going crazy with this ignorance. If you're too shy to tell me, but it's all about last night — don't be afraid. It was great, but it won't happen again until you are ready, okay? I swear that you will not hear a word of reproach from me. If you only knew how much happiness you give me, Gulf. Just by being there, near me... nothing more is required, my dear, just be near.. Because without you, my hundred years of solitude turns into the eternity.

Not them... not your tears. I go to you to give you a quick hug, but you put out both hands and press yourself even more against the wall.

"Okay, my little one, okay, I get it... that's it, you see, I'm just standing here, right in front of you."

You write a message with a trembling hand. And blood freezes in my veins. I'm so afraid of losing you ... my love. It's the first time I've ever called you that in my mind. Even if I know that I've been in love with you for a long time.

"I deceived You, P'Mew."

"Gulf... how? What have you deceived me about?"

I refuse to believe your confession on paper. But you're giving me a new note.

"I lied to You about the university scholarship. I'm still in high school, in my senior year. I was afraid that You would be embarrassed to date a schoolboy, be afraid of condemnation. And You'll definitely start thinking that I'm with You because of Your money."

I've read it twice... Gulf, honey, how can I think that of you? Even if I give you a piece of bread at the table every time, because you're still too shy to ask for it yourself… And you work part-time at the bookstore in the evenings ... Gulf.

And the age?

"Gulf, just be very honest with me now: how old are you?"

You write in large letters: "18."

Then you add:

"I skipped almost a year because of that situation. Because of a head trauma. But I'm really eighteen, P'Mew. I'm not kidding You."

"Never be afraid to tell me the truth, Gulf. How did you dare to do it now?"

More pain and fear in your eyes.

My immaculate angel... What else aren't you telling me?

"Someone from the school staff saw us together. They threatened to inform my parents."

"Are you afraid of their reaction? Oh, I am ready to throw myself at their feet and prove in every possible and impossible way that I am worthy of their son. They can always be sure: you're in good hands, Gulf. Are you afraid of people's gossips? So according to the law, we have the right to be together, if there is your consent. I can even go to your school, I promise, I will calmly talk to the staff and no one will dare to cast a sidelong glance in your direction."

You shake your head and write:

"No need, P'Mew. I'm already ashamed of this deception. I'm so ashamed... And I'm not afraid of anything else and no one else, let them say what they want about me. But You... Please forgive me if You can."

"You have nothing to apologize for. I get it, Gulf... just don't lie to me anymore, okay? When did they tell you that?"

"Two days ago. So I wanted to know yesterday what it's like to be so close to the man I love with all my heart. At least once. First and last. Because I know You can't trust me anymore. And You don't want to be with me."

"Gulf… Is that why you don't let me hug you? You punished yourself, didn't you?"

You nod, closing your eyes tightly, tears starting to flow from under them.

"And now listen to me, my dear, my precious boy," I embrace you and pull you close to me. "Punished yourself? Well... we will share this sentence. Do you know why? Because we will do everything together from now on. Everything and always… Because I love you, Gulf. For the first time in my life, I love. I love you, Gulf. I really love you, and I don't regret anything!" your tears fill my shirt, and the tender face clings to me so much… Heaven, let me survive through this moment!

I begin to rock you in my arms, kissing and kissing the top of your head, burying my nose in it with pleasure.

"Gulf, I'm sorry, but I should ask."

You look up at me with tearful eyes.

"Did you see my watch this morning? You know, there's also a brown leather strap. I've been looking for it all morning, but..."

You lower your head.

"So, baby, what's up?"

You get out of my arms and go into the room for a while, then you come back with my watch.

What about the strap?.. It's like almost torn into two halves...

"Gulf...?"

"Don't scold Dandelion, please. He didn't do it on purpose. We were so busy with our love yesterday and I completely forgot about him, or rather, I forgot to leave him food for the night. So he chewed the strap. The leather, You know. Don't be angry with him, please. I wanted to quickly buy a new one so You wouldn't notice. I'm sorry again, P'Mew."

We were busy with our love... Gulf, you are an unbelievable creature. I'll never get tired of saying that again in my life.

"How much I love you, Gulf!" the hands are swaddling you again, like at night. "I love you," I kiss your forehead, your temples, I go down to your cheeks. "I love you and will love until the end of my days!" I join our lips, whisper in them. "Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone, which three till now never kept seat in one..."

And by the way your heart is beating wildly now, and your smile is tickling my neck, I understand: you recognized these lines from sonnet 105. But most importantly, you believe me.

It's already evening. We are on the sofa in your cozy little room, where there is a lot of light, books and warmth, your warmth, my boy. Our fluffy ginger brat is purring nearby. My head is in your lap, and you are gently, gently running your fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and I think I'm drowsy. A sleepless night takes its toll. Through a quiet dream I hear a sweet voice:

O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

Gulf?!

The dream has gone.

I lift my head from your lap and I'm just afraid to make sure that it was really just a dream. I know they are the lines from one more sonnet. Sonnet 23.

And you put your arms around me to whisper in your own voice:

"There are so many beautiful stories in the world. But our love story, P'Mew, is the most beautiful one."

I do not know how much happiness is measured to each of us in this life. But perhaps I have not lived my forty-three years so badly and wrongly, since Heaven has given me you as a reward, Gulf.