Hurting

Hurting was what I was doing.

Everywhere, in my chest, head, arms, even in my toes. Being away from my mate was seriously horrible. The night had passed with barely any sleep, because as soon as I thought that I was asleep I jolted awake again. I was back at thinking that this mate thing was bullshit.

A morning in agony passed before I got to see my newly found addiction again. Erik was standing on the school parking lot when me and Jeremy arrived in the car. I almost threw myself out of the front seat just to get caught in his arms, it felt like a lousy Disney-movie reunion, but that mattered less at the moment.

"Hi." I said breathlessly in his ear. Finally near him again, I could breathe normally and I didn't feel suffocated anymore.