The Sight (bxb)

The first day after the big argument was difficult. He had only made it through the night because Ryan hadn't left his side, virtually for a second, and they had kept texting until Evan's eyes closed with exhaustion. The morning, however, was even harder. Evan needed to go to school, but he didn't want to meet his parents. Plus, he worried that the moment he left his room, they would decide to go through his things to discover who his mate was.

So, paranoid, he packed everything that still had Ryan's scent on it into his school bag, along with his hoodie and the bracelet he had gotten from him. He wasn't leaving anything up to chance.

He then decided to take advantage of being a wolf, first focusing on his hearing to check if his parents were still home and then using his sense of smell to pinpoint their exact location.

They were in the kitchen, and even though Evan's stomach was urgently demanding food, he decided to grab something on his way to school instead.

The door to his room was still locked, and while he knew the lock wouldn't be a problem for a werewolf, he decided to gamble that his mom wouldn't just break it down. So he pulled out the key, put it in his wallet, and determined that his window wasn't high enough to be a problem if he jumped.

The moment he hit the ground, he knew the sound hadn't gone unnoticed, so he ran before his parents could realize what had happened. Maybe it was cowardly of him, but for now, he decided the best thing he could do was avoid them.

He still had time, having left home earlier than usual, so he quickly changed direction during his run. Instead of arriving at the bus stop more than half an hour early, he headed for the house where, unlike his own, he felt safe.

He didn't even have time to knock before the door opened, and his mate welcomed him with open arms, offering the comfort Evan so desperately needed.

"I was so worried," Ryan murmured into his shoulder. One hand tightened around his torso, gripping his hoodie at the back, while the other tangled into Evan's frizzy hair, which he had no way to brush.

"I'm okay," Evan assured him. "I'm okay. I'm okay," he kept repeating, as Ryan's fears were so strong he felt them as his own.

"You can stay here," Ryan told him in a shaky voice, and Evan quickly realized how much the situation had affected him. "You should stay here."

Evan gently pulled him away, though he still held his forearms tenderly in his hands, letting him know he was here with him and that he was okay—at least as much as the situation allowed.

"I brought some things I'd like to keep here. Will you watch them for me?" he asked softly, looking him straight in the eye.

Ryan immediately started nodding, and though he wasn't the one whose relationship with his parents was hanging by a thread, he was the one with tears in his eyes from the chaos. Evan didn't think he could love him any more, but he was wrong. His sweet, empathetic mate.

"I couldn't have survived without you," he admitted honestly. "You're my biggest support. My safe place. I love you." Even his voice was breaking now, tears creeping in.

"I hate that you had to go through that." Ryan's voice was barely a whisper, and before the tears in his eyes could spill down his cheeks, Evan decided to make him close his eyes in the best way he knew how.

This kiss wasn't just a token of affection. Evan made sure to pour everything he felt into it. Gratitude—for Ryan still being by his side and never walking out, even when things got hard. Pride—because, despite his mom's harsh comment yesterday that his mate was a bad influence, the truth was the exact opposite. Love—because, although his heart ached, Ryan's pure love tried to heal every wound on his soul.