Waking up in Linkon City

To be torn apart

Neither you know what causes this pain in Rafayels chest nor do you want to think of the possibilities from the tender look he gave you. Only worrying about him, you jump up from the table and hurry over to him.

"Is there something I can do? Should I call an emergency? Or should I call her?" you shoot him questions, anxious and clueless how to help him.

You don't know if you're allowed to touch him in this state. Your hands are hovering above him, flying helplessly in some distance over his body or his head. Rafayel pants and grunts, clutching his chest even harder where the mark of his bond is aggressively glowing. And with a weak hoarse voice he tries to answer you.

"I- I feel like I've been torn apart. If my body is drawn in different directions and wants to move to both. It's' awful -argh." he whimpers. And then big pools of blue with a drop of pink locking into you. "You are..." and his hand caresses the side of your cheek so gently, feather-like touches tracing your skin.

"Rafayel..." you nearly cried. You can't bear seeing him like this and there he is trying to comfort you even if you're a stranger to him. "How can I help you?" you, catching his hand to stop with his tender gesture.

Heavy breathing lifts his chest up and down, his face still pain driven, some sweat is glistening on his forehead, and yet he looks at you like you mean the world to him. "Help me up..." he sighs "to the bedroom" a weak gesture to the direction of the mentioned room. "Closest..." another grunt between pained whimpers.

"Okay, I'll try." trying to lift him up to his feet as you throw his arm above your back. "Hang on, Rafayel" you nearly sink to your knees as his weight falls on you. God, this man is heavier than he looks, you think to yourself as you slowly carry him to his bedroom. Step by step you walk him as the artist is slumped on your shoulder partly, and dragging his feet in the direction you lead him.

"You even smell the same..." he whispers roughly into your ear, after he dragged his nose along your neck and shortly before you reach the bed.

"Now is not the time for this, don't you think?" You let him sink into the sheets with a relieved sigh. "Ugh, why are you so heavy?" you mutter playfully  „Lemurian bones, or what?"

The purple haired man just chuckles as he tries to get into a comfortable position. "Rather you are missing some hunter's strength here" he teasingly winks at you.

"Ha, Ha!" you smile and show him your tongue. "Since you can still make jokes, your condition doesn't seem to be that bad." you mock him back, and get up to get him a glass of water. But suddenly he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the edge of the mattress. With a soft plump you nearly fall onto him but somehow manage to only hit the sheets. „Rafayel" you call out, confused about his behavior.

"Stay." he whispers, his ocean eyes begging you to agree as he holds you firm but without hurting you.

With an irritated huff you sit down again beside him. "I just wanted to get you some water."

Then silence falls between you, Rafayel having one arm over his closed eyes. Not sure what else to do, you stay, watching him. The mark on his torso stopped glowing, and the pain seems to get less.

After a few minutes you dare to ask "What happened?"

It takes a while for him to answer and even then he doesn't look at you. "Don't know." he quietly states.

But you see through him, at least you believe that. The Rafayel in the game is very good at avoiding the truth when he doesn't want to talk about it. But you're not the MC who falls for his distractions and evasive measures.

"I don't think so." you challenge him "I guess you know exactly what happened. You just don't want to tell me — Which is okay, I'm a stranger, an intruder in your and her life." your voice gets quieter as the Lemurian shoots you a surprised gaze. "You don't know if you can trust me and that's okay really. I understand that..." and your sadness is back as you remind yourself how wrong this whole situation is. "I shouldn't be here, I'm aware of this — but please, at least be honest to me."