Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 16: A Drink For Two

"Okay class, that's it for today, please remember to do the report and hand it in on Monday." The professor calls as the students start to shuffle out the room, a good percentage of the class groaning.

"I swear I'm gonna gouge my eyes out if I'm given one more assignment." One student complains, getting a few replies in agreement.

Mew chuckles making his way through the corridor, getting his earphones out in the prosses, not even bothering to select a playlist as he heads for his car.

It was once again raining, and like always, the rain brought the cold and the cold brought pain. Even through the hoodie, thick coat, jeans and boots the cold was still very evident in Mew's bones. Making his joints sore and stiff when he walked. Well it wouldn't be so bad if Mew hadn't been sitting down keeping his limbs in the same position for hours.

But all the sitting and concentrating was done for the day and now all he wanted to do was go back to his dorm and have a nice warm shower to help with his stiff joints.

Doing a quick sprint towards his car, Mew keeps his head down trying to shield his face from the cold condensed moisture.

The second he gets into his car he turns it on and puts on the heater, rubbing his hands together to get some kind of friction for warmth.

Once the car has heated up to a decent temperature he starts the car up properly and heads for the dorm. And although he'd like to just go straight to the comfort of his bed once he's all clean and fresh, he has a date. A movie date, with his chaotic friends.

They'd insisted, saying it was the perfect weather for a movie night and that it'd be a good distraction for school. But honestly, it's probably just so they can drink together instead of alone.

The thought of being around alcohol still made Mew a little uneasy and he wasn't so sure about the whole thing. But, remembering what Gulf told him, he pushes the downing thoughts to the side.

I'm not like that.

That wasn't me.

He chants in his mind, trying to get himself to believe it. It's not that hard and he knows it, 'cause that wasn't who he is and it was just the alcohol in his system. But whenever he tries to deny it, the images of that night start to come back and he's left with the thought of what could've happened, what he almost did.

Because honestly what would've happened if it wasn't Gulf? If it was someone that couldn't fight back? It's a horrible thought, truly.

And no matter how many times he denies that he would ever do such a thing, his conscious contradicts it, like it doesn't want Mew to get better. And instead it wants to make him suffer, to drag him down and make him believe he's a monster.

But he didn't want to feel like that, he didn't want to keep remembering that he almost did a terrible thing that he would've regretted for the rest of his life, because the reality of the thing is that he didn't actually do it.

But his mind devoted itself to making him think that he did, or at least made him feel like he did. He knows nothing too bad happened, but something happen.

'Everyone has a chance to redeem themselves for the bad they've done, if they do the right things to prove themselves innocent.'

His mother's words ring in his ears, reminding him of what she'd told him. It was something she'd say after Mew and his sister would fight with each other and do stupid things for the sake of it, and it would always end in one if them getting hurt or offended.

Do her words even apply to the situation he's currently in? Is it really that easy, does he just need to show his true intentions and self? Isn't that what Gulf asked of him as well, to show him the real Mew?