The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 21 💖

^PC to the rightful owner

It took Gulf two days to decide to make the drive back to the city. Two days to make a four-hour road trip. Two days of remembering a broken Mew on the floor crying his eyes out, making broken sounds.

Gulf was going to apologize, first and foremost. The man had saved him in so many ways, and Gulf had left him just because things got a little complicated.

Saint sprawled out along the backseat of Mew's white Jaguar, exhausted from working. His father had a small construction company, and Saint had spent the entire time Gulf took deciding on his next move picking out a house for him and Perth, making changes that he thought Perth would like to the bathrooms and closets.

Gulf wished he had been that constant with Mew. His man deserved that, deserved to have Gulf's loyalty and love for all time.

Gulf was going to sit down with Mew, and they were going to talk. Gulf was going to tell him about the foster homes and starving and running away. He was going to ask about Mew's job and his scars and the journals straight up.

Most importantly, Gulf was going to confess that he loved Mew. He loved him, and he would love him all time, and he would love only him. Gulf felt safe with Mew. He felt safe and loved and cherished.

They pulled up in front of Mew's and Perth's apartment building. Saint woke up in an almost feline way, yawning and stretching his body while arching his back.

Gulf was nervous as he waved goodbye to Saint at Perth's floor. What if Mew was too mad at him to talk? How was he going to handle his justifiable anger?

Gulf made himself march down the hall. He inserted the key that Mew had given him into the door's lock, breathing a sigh of relief when the door opened. He quickly entered the security code into the alarm system, a little confused when he realized it had not been armed in the first place.

He shrugged and slipped his shoes off, moving to walk into his living room, but he froze in horror.

The world felt like he was in the middle of a snow globe or an alternate universe. Mew's living room was completely empty. The white furniture was gone. The white coffee table, the kitchen table, the chairs, the ugly crystal bird sculpture thing, all of it was gone.

Gulf's walls were painted beige.

Gulf ran into the bedroom, the master bath, the walk-in closet, the guest bedroom, the office. Every room was completely empty.

When Gulf went back to the living room, horror written on his face, Saint stared at him with tears streaming down his face.

"He's gone, too?" Saint asked.

Gulf felt his heartbreak as he realized that Perth was gone, too.

Saint was dialing Perth's phone number again, getting an out of service message. He took Gulf's phone out of his hand and dialed Mew's number.

They both jumped when they heard the phone ring, and Gulf scrambled to get the phone from behind the hidden shelf.

Gulf was listed as "My soul," and the phone contained pictures of him and that was it. It was set on silent if anyone else called except for him.

Gulf realized it was his good-bye letter. He held the phone to his chest and let the tears fall.

He had lost Mew. His one mistake had cost him not only the love of his life but Saint's too. There was not enough guilt to cover how badly Gulf felt about what had happened, and no amount of apologizing could make anything better. So, Gulf dragged Saint back to his car without saying a word and started the four-hour drive back to the beach.