Dark Horses

Chapter 58 - Aftermath

Mew walked around his house like a frantic person. Sam watched as he sat there nervously.

"You let him go?" Sam asked softly, "But....why?"

Mew sighed and looked at him.

"Because... I don't know. I just felt he wanted that from me. Like he wanted to get rid of me, you know that feeling?" Mew sat before him, licking his lips, his eyes pooled with tears.

"Yea... I know that feeling. "Sam remembered the time his friends pretended that they needed him but all they wanted was to get rid of him and bully him.

Mew gave a small smile, sensing his emotions.

"So now what?" Sam asked.

Mew gave a deep sigh and rubbed his face softly tiredly, "I have no idea...."

"Honestly, I don't know what I did wrong. I did everything he wanted. But he still chose to leave me. Something just doesn't feel right.."

"Maybe he needs to be with his mom..." Sam said looking below, "Sometimes, all you need is mum and everything feels fine. "

Mew looked at him sorrowfully as he said that and walked over to him, he sat next to him, "You know right, I'm always there for you. I miss Mae too.. "

Sam nodded, "Come here.." Mew gave a tight hug as they both missed the only person who could give them comfort. "Only if Mae was here, she could just save us both. "

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Gulf was packing his bags and Mild and Tar watched him as he ignored their questions. Tar and he became quite good friends after Mew saved him from Veronica. He also looked up to Gulf like an old brother. They got close.

"So.. You're taking a sabbatical and leaving the country ?" Mild asked deadpan.

"I'm going home for a break. " Gulf said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Tar asked again.

"Yes, I'm sure," Gulf said again with a sigh.

"What about Mew?" Mild asked as he crossed his arms, pissed.

Gulf kept silent and moved around the bedroom to pack the stuff he needed.

"Excuse me?" Mild asked again.

"I don't know, Mild. Okay, I don't know. " Gulf said desperately. "Maybe we need a break," he said quietly.

"WHAT..." Mild stepped to him, and Gulf stopped. "Did he do something? Said something? What is going on? "

"Mild. I left. "

"What do you mean, you left?" Tar said behind him.

"I left. " Gulf repeated with sad eyes.

"You left Mew?"

"Yes," he said again with a sad voice.

"You left Mew. You! The person who chewed my ears off to run away from your wedding, cried on my doorstep to be with him for MONTHS, making my life hell and told me you loved him for i-don't-know-how-many-fucking-times. YOU LEFT HIM?" Mild said in disbelief.

Gulf breathed hard. "Yes"

"I don't fucking believe it!" Mild laughed sarcastically in disbelief and turned away.

Tar pierced his lips and looked at Gulf, "Why..." asked softly. Mild looked at him too.

How can I tell them? I can't. They would never let me go. Ever. Specially Mild.

"I just need to go home. That's all. " Gulf said avoiding the question.

"Leave it, Tar. He doesn't give fuck. let's go. "Mild said harshly in extreme anger, picking up his jacket. Tar followed him with a sad face, he kinda felt bad too. Gulf stood there trying to speak but Mild cut him off.