11:45 | MewGulf Fanfic

twenty eight

Third Person's POV

Upon waking, the young man Gulf reaches his arm to grope for the man sleeping next to him. But why does the bed feel so empty? He sat on the bed, trying to shed the sleep from his brain and to welcome the sunlight that has been dancing since the day broke. He looked around to find the man who should be welcoming his morning with his enchanting smile, along with the curves formed on his eyes which completes his day every single day. But he found no one. Even the kitchen is empty. He thought that this man is showering but when he went to check, there was none. The floor is dry, as well.

He sighed. 

"Where is P'Mew?" he murmured to himself. He looked for his phone hoping that his P'Mew left a message for him to see after he woke up, but only the image of the person he is looking for was there. His lock screen and his wallpaper. The other guy would leave a message for his boyfriend, even between his hectic schedule. It was the first time that Mew ever did that.

His brows pulled together and wrinkles are formed. He is getting annoyed. Well, who wouldn't be? He has no clue where his P'Mew has gone, leaving no note at that. 

"Just so you wait, giant. How dare you leave just like that!?" He kicked his slipper but it only hurt himself instead.

Gulf has started his day grumpy and knows for sure it will be for the rest of the day. He then decided to just went for a shower to cool him down. But it was the exact opposite. He found the perfect place to vent out his anger. Even the innocent water coming out from his shower made no exception to the temper of this overly annoyed young man. He kept cursing his P'Mew in his head. He has pulled his hair out of anger for how many times already. If only his toiletries could talk, they possibly have said Gulf has gone crazy. 

Even though he has finished showering, it didn't cool his burning head down a bit. He gets his uniform which annoyed him more when he found it is still in its bad shape, covered in crease.

"P'Mew, where did you put the iron?"

He forgot. His P'Mew is not there and he has no choice but to look for it himself. 

He finished ironing his uniform but it still looks like the same, a mess. He just can't focus. He is thinking of how he can get back at P'Mew for leaving him unannounced.

He slammed the door close and went to school already.

"Am I too early?" he mumbled to himself when he reached the school grounds. It was so quite. There are no students around. Even a late comer like him, is nowhere to be found.

"Shia. Am I too late?" he exclaimed when it crossed his mind that maybe they are all in their classes now. He run as fast as he could. When he reached his room, panting, he looked around. It feels so strange that even his classmates, including his two friends, Pete and Top, are not there.

"Is it a holiday?"

He fished out his phone from his pocket and checked the date. Clearly, it is not a holiday nor weekend. But where does everyone go, he asked himself. He run to the cafeteria, maybe that is where they are all gathered. But the chaotic cafeteria in a daily basis rather looked like a cemetery for its silence. No one is there. 

"What the hell is happening? Where is everyone?" 

He is confused and a little scared. It crossed his mind that maybe Pete and Top are pranking him. But he can't see why would they drag everyone into this.

He suddenly thought of the university gym. Maybe they are holding an assembly. But not a single soul is there. 

The fear has found it's fair space in Gulf's confused mind. It is clouding his ability to think. His feet maneuvered on its own and run everywhere to check every soul in the university. But nothing has changed, still the whistling sound of the wind is there.