The Mute - Chapter 4.5: Clearing Things Up
#5 of The Mute
Here's a mini-chapter for you guys, having trouble deciding where to go from here.
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<3 - Moocat
Time: September 10th, 9:00
I woke up with my pillow moist from tears. It took a few moments to gather my thoughts...
...but then I remembered what Kyle said last night.
Perspective Change: Kyle
Time: September 9th, 21:00
Morgan had fallen asleep, his paws loosely grabbing my shirt collar, which he had wet with his tears. I finally had time to think about what happened.
Why did he kiss me?
Does he love me?
Dear god I hope he does.
"Hey" I whispered "Morgan, wake up."
Still asleep.
"Morgan?" I shook him a bit, causing him to stir.
"Mpph" Morgan moaned as he yawned into my shirt.
"Morgan, let's go, that can't be very comfortable"
Morgan nodded in agreement, but didn't move another muscle.
He's stubborn, how cute.
"Mooorgan!"
Morgan sat up straight, shook his head as he stretched out his arms with another huge yawn, showing off his clean white teeth.
"C'mon, let's get home"
I grabbed Morgan by the wrist, as I always do, and pulled him along. He took a few quick steps to catch up.
"Why did you kiss me Morgan"
His grip tightened.
"I'd like to know"
He slowly reached for his notepad, pulling it out, finding an open page. His brow scrunched in concentration. He stopped writing and looked at me. He flipped the notepad into my view. His ears folded back and his cheeks bright red. Tears began to form once again in his eyes.
*Because I LOVE you* He held his free paw behind his back, looking at the ground.
"I... umm" was all I managed to say before he lunged forward and hugged me, nearly knocking me over.
He stared at me with puppy dog eyes, how could I say no?
"I l-love you too"
He hugged me tighter, digging his muzzle under my arm.
"Ack! Stoppat Morgan! I can't breathe!"
He giggled and loosened his grip. But, just when I was starting to relax, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.
"Hey, that's my thing!" I yelped, struggling to keep up.
But Morgan just laughed and ran along, gaining speed. Streetlight after streetlight we passed, as we turned on to his block, Morgan stopped.
"What *gasp* is it?" I asked, struggling to catch my breath.
Morgan looked left, then right, before crossing the street.
"You're a dork" I laughed as he started running again.
He shot out his tongue at me.
We stopped in the middle of the street, on the median. Lined with large, beautiful oaks. Leaves were starting to litter the ground.
Morgan blinked,
smiled,
stood on his toes,
clasped his hands around the back of my neck,
leaned in,
and touched his lips to mine.
In this moment I knew I couldn't leave Morgan behind.
No matter what.