Mystique Well-Their Arrival

Chapter 54: Is It Love?

(Author's POV)

Mayson was fast asleep, and Maya sat at his bedside, caressing his head. Morning was just around the corner, so she took one last glance at him, whispered something into his ear, and then scurried away.
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(Mayson's POV)

All I could see was darkness. All I could feel was someone caressing my head, and then someone whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mayson."

My eyes suddenly shot open and I was shocked awake to see that there was no one in the room.

I sighed and whispered, "weird dream." And then I remembered that Maya was here with me last night, so was she… no, no, why would she say that, and why would she stay here all night? It was just a dream. But what if she really said that. I thought and realised that my cheeks started burning. No, I wasn't sick, it was something else. I mentally slapped myself for thinking nonsense and got out of my bed. I was about to go to the bathroom when I noticed a note stuck to the headboard of my bed.

Note: When a person is not well, they rest at home. Don't you know even this much? There's no need to come to dance practice today. Just rest.

Reading this brought a smile to my lips.
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(Author's POV)

Kyle, who was the most hurt to learn that Monica is a vampire, now sitting in a secluded bungalow, staring at the white ceiling. This bungalow isn't any ordinary place, but his secret hideout, unknown to anyone but Mayson. This is the same place from where they both went for bungee jumping on Sunbeam Mountain, and this mysterious journey began.

For the past two weeks, it had become Kyle's daily routine to stare at the ceiling from morning till afternoon and then go home to meet his parents.

Even today, after staring at the ceiling for hours, he woke up, went to the kitchen, prepared lunch, packed it, got in his car and left for his home.
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(Kyle's POV)

"I'm home," I said, walking inside and hugging my mother. She smiled and said, "Son, you don't need to bring us lunch and dinner every day. At least give me a chance to cook something for you."

"No mom, it is not right for you to work too much right now and as far as dad is concerned, it is better not to take any risk with him in cooking otherwise one day he will destroy my kitchen." I said, and she started laughing. Just then, I heard my father shout from behind, "I'm not deaf."

"Dad, you're mistaken. I was just praising you," I said, laughing.

"Look at your beloved son, he is not only gossiping about me but is also lying." He said.

My mom sighed and said, "stop bickering you two and let's enjoy the food brought by my only son."

"As if he's not my son." My father said.

"It's alright dad, let's eat first. I'm hungry." I said and we started eating.

"Kyle, for almost two weeks now, you've been just visiting us as guests and then leaving. When are you going to finally start living with us, son?" Dad asked while eating.

"Yes son, do you have any problem in staying with us?" Mom asked.

"No, it's nothing like that. I told you guys I just need to be alone for a few days." I said.

"How long, son? You don't even want to share the reason for your problems with us. Are we that bad?" She asked.

"No, Mom, what are you saying? It's nothing like that." I said.

"Look, you two are overthinking things. I'm just a little stressed with work, so a few more days. Please. Just a few more days, and then I'll stay here with you guys. I promise." I said and they both smiled sadly and nodded.
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After lunch, I chatted with them for a while and then, as usual, said goodbye and left the house. Perhaps my father was right when he said, I truly have become a guest in my own home. I simply come, eat, and leave.

I had only walked a few steps out of the house when someone called out to me, "Kyle." I turned back and the sight of who I saw made me feel both hurt and angry.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked getting shocked.

"I-I just... I..." She started stuttering and I said in annoyance, "listen Monica I don't have any courage to tolerate any kind of drama anymore."

"I just wanted to see you." She said.

"Saw me? Now go." I said quite harshly and she looked at me with teary eyes which made my heart ache even more. I hastily got into my car and left her there.
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After reaching the bungalow, I started staring at the same white ceiling again and thought, what am I doing? Lying here alone, isolated from everyone. Nor am I taking proper care of my parents. As for Monica, it's not that I hate her, but I can't love a vampire either. But why can't I? Why am I thinking so much about her? I was just a means to pass time for her. Ain't I?

Tears fell from my eyes onto my pillow, and I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath and drank some water, when suddenly, someone knocked on my door. Who could be here? I thought and got out of my bed to open the door. As soon as I opened the door I was shocked to see her.

"You!? How did you get here? Were you following me?" I asked getting panicked.

"I-I...kind of...yes." she said and smiled nervously.

"What the fuck Monica? How could you do that? Are you a stalker or what?" I shouted and she said, "what! No."

"Shut up and get out." I said and slammed the door on her face. She kept banging on the door and shouting, "Kyle, please listen to me. Please, just for once. Believe me, I won't hurt you." but I did not listen to her and went to sleep with headphones in my ears.