It has been months since they last spoke. Tyrone is so ashamed to show his face. He has gone through his cycles alone, gone through summer, and fall alone. His heart was set on Steven. He couldn't believe that in the heat of the moment he had said that to Steven.
Tyrone got a job, and is putting his life together. The days of cowboying were over. He worked at a bakery. It wasn't ideal, especially since it hurt his hyper masculine ego. Having to wear an apron which accentuated his small, petit waist. He had been catcalled by Alpha's and teased by them way worse now. Some of the local's have said he's changed, but he didn't change; they just never knew him. Every winter would pass by like this. It was a horrible season for him.
Tyrone's boss had given him a candle as a present 'cause he had noticed Tyrone's shift in mood. But he cannot light it; for when Tyrone sees a candle, all he sees is the flesh of a church. The flicker of when he lights a flame sparks a memory younger than tomorrow. It is the moment that every person he will ever get to know will someday pass.
Tyrone has been avoiding sleep like he's been avoiding apologizing to Steven. But his depression always drags him back to the bench he sleeps on every night until his bones are the forgotten fossils of a sunken skeleton city. His mouth: a boneyard of teeth which are broken from biting down on themselves. The hollow auditorium of his chest swoons with the echo of what was once his heartbeat. But he feels like a careless tourist which will never truly know everywhere he has been. But, at least he was earning cash.
It was a slow day at the bakery. A dark day which gloomed over everyone. Tyrone was walking boxes of ingredients around the bakery building and that's when he trips over a stone which was covered with snow and that makes him and the boxes go flying forward.
With a final 'oof' [roblox ref] he lifts his head from the snow and sees a familiar alpha above him, reaching his hand out. "St-Steven?..." he stutters, not believing it was him.
"What?— no kid! I'm Ezekiel...y'know...your boss?? I saw you tumble, kid. Get up."
Tyrone gets up, all wet from the snow...god how he hated winter. He wanted to be getting omega's wet...not himself getting wet from the snow!!
"Wow, thanks a lot for helping me up sir." He grumbles. "Don't be a snob, pick the boxes up and get back to work!!!!", "ok, jackass..." he mumbles as he picks up the boxes, and he brings them into the back of the bakery. Placing the box of flour down and the box of other ingredients [sugar, etc.]
When he turns around. He notices a person who stands out...the familiar silky, long hair that blew in the wind.
Tyrone looks at the viewers; "this is where it gets good."
"Holy shit— that's!—" Tyrone storms out of the shop, running across the empty, snow-filled street. "Steven!! Steven!! I can't believe it's you!" Tyrone being the lovesick beta, he ran after Steven without even knowing.
Steven turns around, "Tyrone?...you can't believe it's me?..we live in the same small town?? I see you everywhere."
"You do???— that's beside the point!! How've you been??? I miss you tons, lovie!" Then that's when someone appears behind Steven, gripping his waist intimately. It was an enigma. Godammit. Someone stole his alpha.
"Oh— Steven, I haven't told you about Markel. I've been dating him for a week now!" Steven says with that lovely smile on his face that could charm even a monster.
"Wha— a week????"
Markel winks at Tyrone. No way...someone stole Tyrone's bitch. Tyrone is 'bouta get messy.
"A week????? And he— lives with you now!?" Tyrone couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wanted to laugh at the stupidity of HIS lover.
"Steven, baby...I don't understand. Didn't we have something? A spark?"
"Aye, who the fuck do you think you're talking too. This my man. Go get your own." Markel says as he grips Steven's plump cheeks. Seriously, those thangs were huge.
Steven giggles as his ass was squeezed. He was a physical-touch-slut 🤬.
Tyrone knew he couldn't argue with an enigma. But he was brewing an evil plan behind his warm brown eyes...heh heh heh... he would have to steal HIS alpha back.
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Guys I lost my cheesecake that's why I'm writing a sad chapter.
