Aphmau: MyStreet Season 7-One Last Time

Episode 10

WARNING: Gim/Karroth ship...(Kim x Garroth)

Kim's POV

I woke up to the familiar sensation of tingling in my legs, that strange heaviness that reminded me I wasn't entirely alone in my body anymore. It wasn't a bad feeling—more like a gentle reminder that she was still there. The ghost. My... other self.  Sometimes, I still couldn't believe we were coexisting in one body, but after everything that had happened, it seemed like just another strange chapter in my life.

But today, the ghost wasn't pulling her weight. Literally. I glanced down at my legs, willing them to move, but the muscles refused to cooperate fully. I let out a soft sigh. Days like this were hard. Sometimes I felt like a passenger in my own body, and today felt like one of those times.

I sighed. Garroth will be here soon. He always came by around this time, checking on me and my slightly-crippled body with that worried look of his. 

It wasn't that I didn't appreciate his concern-I really did. I wanted to be stronger for him...for the two of us..

I heard a very soft knock at the door, which my heart skipped a beat at that.

I managed to push myself up, my legs trembling slightly beneath me as I took a few hesitant steps toward the door. I could hear the ghost whispering in the back of my mind, offering her strength to help me stand, but I stubbornly ignored it. I wanted to do this on my own. Especially not after back in Starlight Park when she used me/my body to try to get Zane to love me. 

When I opened the door, Garroth stood there, his tall dog-life humanoid figure casting a long shadow in the hallway. His blue eyes softened when they'd met mine, and the faint trace of a wolfish-doglike grin tugged at the corner of his lips-little reminders of the accident that had changed him forever.

"Hey," he said, stepping into the room. He reached out, his hand brushing against mine in that familiar, comforting way that always made my heart flutter. "How are you feeling today, baby?"

I gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him more than necessary. "Better," I lied, my voice lighter than I felt. "Just one of those slow mornings."

Garroth's brow furrowed as his keen senses picked up on my discomfort. Even though he didn't have his wolf form activated right now, he could always tell when something was off with me. That was one of the things I loved about him—how in tune he was with everything around him, even if it sometimes meant he saw through my little attempts at hiding how much I struggled.

"Kimmy, you don't have to pretend, you know." He said gently, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax against him. "I'm here for you. We're in this together."

"I know," I whispered, burying my face in his chest. The familiar scent of him—something earthy and calming—washed over me, grounding me in the moment. "It's just... hard, sometimes."

We stood there like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in the comfort of each other's presence. His arms felt so safe, so strong, but there was also an undeniable edge to him now—a wildness in his movements, the way his body tensed and reacted to every sound, every scent. Being a wolf wasn't something Garroth had chosen; it was something that had happened to him because of Aaron's accident. And yet, he was adjusting in ways I couldn't imagine.

Finally, I pulled back, looking up at him with a half-smile. "How about you? How are you holding up?"

Garroth's expression shifted, and for a moment, I saw the internal battle flash across his face. He wanted to be strong for me too, but I knew this transformation weighed heavily on him.

"I'm... managing," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "It's just strange. There are moments when the wolf side of me wants to take over—when I feel it clawing at the surface. But... when I'm with you, it's easier to control. You help keep me balanced."

I blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through me. "We balance each other, I guess," I said quietly.

He smiled down at me, but the moment was interrupted when I took a step back and my legs gave out beneath me. Before I could hit the ground, Garroth's strong arms caught me, holding me up effortlessly.

"Kim! Don't do that!" His voice was filled with concern as he'd carefully guided me to sit down on the bed.

"Gar, I-I'm okay, I'm okay..." I assured him, trying to laugh it off, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't fooled. He crouched down in front of me, his hands gently resting on my knees.

"Kim," he said softly, his voice laced with concern, "you don't have to do this alone. I know it's hard sometimes... but you can rely on me. You don't have to pretend to be okay all the time."

I felt a lump form in my throat. "I-I-I...just don't want y-you or anyone else to worry about me.."

Garroth shook his head, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "You're part of my life, Kim. You're part of my family. I'm not going to leave you to handle this on your own just because I'm dealing with stuff too. We can deal with it together."

His words sank in, and I felt the tension that had been building inside me slowly start to fade. It was still hard—everything was hard—but knowing that Garroth was with me, not just as my boyfriend but as my partner, made it feel a little more bearable.

"I guess I'm just... scared," I admitted quietly. "Scared of what's next. Scared of... not being able to keep up with you."

Garroth's expression softened, and he reached up to cup my cheek in his hand. "Kim, you're stronger than you think. I'm not worried about you keeping up with me—I'm worried about you thinking you have to be something you're not. I love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't do. And I'll be here, every step of the way."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness this time. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love.

"I love you too, Garroth," I whispered, leaning into his hand.