Alpha's Mate (boyxboy) ✔

Empty Side of the Bed

I woke up to the sound of cluttering cutleries in the kitchen. Trying to open my eyes, I brought my hand to the space beside me --- only to find it was empty. And upon the realization, I woke up fully and sat up; noticing not just Cole wasn't there, but also his pillow and blanket. Then, I face palmed myself. I was just too deep in a sleep last night that I didn't even realize that he probably had gone and sleeping somewhere else. I sighed deeply. Perhaps, the next time I asked him to sleep with me, I should cuddled him instead --- even if he didn't like that idea at all.

"Cole?" I called out, despite I knew he would never respond to any of my calls anyway. I got up from the bed, swiftly tidying it before I put on my black wife beater and went straight into the kitchen. And there, tiptoeing by the counter as he tried to reach something from inside the tall cabinet; I watched with awe eyes at how beautiful his legs were when he stretched them liked that. I heard him softly groaned, which somehow had made me chuckled. "...let me get that for you..." I offered once he'd finally noticed me around.

He quickly stepped aside as he watched me taking the bowl he wanted so easily.

"Thanks…" he muttered out as he took the bowl away from my hand and I just shrugged lightly.

He didn't say anything after then. He quickly turned around --- his back facing me --- as he prepared the breakfast. And, leaning my back against the dining table; I watched him with loving eyes.

"Have a goodnight sleep by the way?" I started. I saw his body was flinching slightly upon the question, and I added; "…I'm not going to get mad at you for not sleeping on the bed like I'd asked yo---".

"Forget about last night…" he suddenly interjected. He glanced at me for a split second; his lips pressed into a thin line. "…about the fact t-that I cried o-on you last night…" he paused. "…please pretend it never happen".

What?

"Why would I, Cole?" I asked, already walking up to him. He looked frantic when I raised my voice, and when I gently gripped his skinny arm to turn him fully towards me --- he quickly jerked away. I frowned. "…it's the most beautiful first memory of us, Cole. Why would I? I'll never do that. I perfectly remember how soft and---".

"Stop it!" he demanded desperately. He covered his ears with his hands and shaking his head repeatedly. "…it's all a mistake! It's all a mistake! I shouldn't be with my baby's killer. I shouldn't be with my---".

Sighing heavily, I then grabbed his hands and kissed the knuckles again and again.

"Stop saying things like that, sweetheart, please…" I said, placing a long, deep kiss on one of his knuckles. He looked at me --- with that same pair of teary eyes --- as it seemed to stare right into my soul as I dragged my lips gently along his soft skin. "…it's not a mistake. You're not doing anything wrong. You're not, and it's fine…" I added. I watched with my careful eyes as he stared at me --- his lips trembling and expression looked scared. "…there's nothing wrong with it. It's okay. It's okay…" I finished as I brought my body closer against him.

For a first few second, he just stood there as he was allowing me to pull him into a tight embrace. I wrapped my hands around his waist --- kissing the side of his neck gently --- as I rubbed his hairs. He didn't cry, nor did he whimper though. He just stayed quiet and still, until suddenly a pair of soft hands pushed me away by my chest.

"I think I need a bath…" he told me without even lifted his head up to see me. I saw that he was busy picking his cuticles, and the way he kept anxiously nibbling his bottom lip was somehow making me worried.

He didn't look like he was alright.

Then, trying to push the thought away, I calmly took a rubber band from inside one of the drawers to tie up his bang that kept coming into his view.

"I'll prepare your bath…" I told him as I kissed his forehead gently. "…go into the bathroom. I'll go fetch your towel and some clothes…" I added which then he responded by nodding his head gently.

I watched his backside as he walked away, and for some reason, like a haunting feeling, there was something that felt doesn't right. But what? I couldn't even force my mind to think what might be wrong, and it's definitely making me mad.

Shaking my head frantically, I began to walk away. My heart kept telling me to not leave Cole alone though, but I just ignored it anyway. Perhaps, it was just something normal for a new relationship, but then when I heard my wolf started whimpering sadly; that's meant something definitely wasn't right. Not at all.

"Cole?" I called out. I walked towards the bathroom and ignored my intention to grab his stuffs though. And after I knocked at the locked door for a few times, I anxiously waiting for it to open. But, it didn't. The door still tightly shut, and when I heard a loud crashing noise coming from inside --- I turned panic. "…Cole!" I screamed at the top of my lung as I tried to tore open the door with my body. "…Cole!" I screamed again. I knew he wouldn't listen anyway, and when I heard a small cries echoed from inside the room --- my mind started racing.

I kept hitting my body against the door --- tears already gathered in my eyes.

"Don't ever leave him alone".

I knew I should listen to whatever the doctor was saying. I knew I should never disobey to his words because Cole definitely wasn't in his best condition --- both emotionally and physically. And if something happened to him, I would never going to forgive myself. Never.

After all, I'm the one who's supposed to be responsible for all this mess.