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Someone called Soul Mate - 1. Chapter 1
THE DISASTER AFTERMATH...
Riley raced down the hallway crammed full with distressed people like him, bumping into someone or the other while he looked around the place. His clothes were drenched that stuck closely hugging his pale, freezing skin. The brunette’s body trembled but he couldn’t bother about that right now.
His feet changed their track as he moved into another hospital wing. However, to add more trouble for him, that wing was more populated, making it impossible for Riley to find hospital personnel. Not able to see a trace of any nurse or a doctor there, he moved out as quickly as he came. His gaze fell over the million people surrounding the reception area.
He flew in that direction, trying to reach that area as fast as his weakened legs could take him. He spotted the girl sitting behind the counter trying to help each one of the people. However, she looked flustered trying to answer everyone and was at her wit’s end. Riley pushed through the crowd trying to reach her. He yelled for her attention, but his feeble voice was only drowned in the booming place.
At that moment, a nurse hurriedly walked next to him and he caught hold of her right before she passed him. “Miss ...” his shivering voice began. “Would y-would you h-help me plea...” His voice thickened with emotions jamming in his throat, and he gulped looking helplessly at the young lady.
The nurse looked at the forlorn man standing there and felt her heart go out to him. Saying that he seemed devastated would be an understatement. She nodded, really wanting to help him.
Riley gritted his teeth to stop them from chattering, and then went on to say, “I h-have this f-friend ... he is ... I can’t find him.” He bit his lip to stop himself from crying.
“Sir, if you could describe ...”
“He is tall, he has blonde hair a-and he was wearing a dark blue dress shirt the last time I saw him.” Riley quickly informed her. “W-wait, I could show you his picture...” He had already removed his sodden wallet and retrieved a snapshot of the said person. “Here ... by any chance...”
The girl eyed the picture. The picture showed the man standing in front of her right now, looking younger than he looked at present, with some blonde guy pressing close to his body. She lightly shook her head not able to recognise him. “I am afraid I haven’t seen him in here. Maybe you should check the other hospitals.”
“I have... this is the last one that was left and ...” Riley’s voice trembled as tears began to threaten his eyes. Suddenly, he turned annoyed. “Why don’t you just look at it and tell me where he is ...” His voice raised with his raging anger. He didn’t know where it came from.
“I am sorry.” She cut him off gently. She understood he was frustrated and gave him a sad smile. “I really am, but he is not here. Maybe he has survived?”
The light of hope hit him and he perked. “Could that be? Could he be okay?”
“Yes, that could be another possibility of why he is not here.” The nurse shrugged.
“Another? What could be the other possibility?” He narrowed his eyes at her.
The young lady immediately froze at the question. How could she answer that without hurting him? It no doubt looked as if this ‘friend’ obviously meant something to this man. “I uhm ... I have to go.” She stammered out before leaving hurriedly.
“W-wait.” He called out but she had disappeared. The fear of what she was hiding from him engulfed him. He knew exactly what this other possibility was that this girl couldn’t admit to him. But he didn’t want to think about it. ‘It can’t be. He can’t be ... NO!’
He forbade his mind from thinking about it, but his head only became fuzzy. The fright slowly began to crawl under his skin. “No-no-no-no-no ... He can’t be dead. He is alive.” He talked to himself. “I know ... I just ...” He crashed down on his knees and palmed his face. Out of the blue, his shoulders began to shake and he cried softly while mumbling to himself, “Where are you? Where are you, Kyle? I can’t live without you ... I don’t want to live without you. Please come back Kyle, come back to me.”
All of a sudden, he felt light-headed. Kyle Morgan was missing. His Kyle. The love of his life. Riley blamed himself for not keeping him safe. ‘I shouldn’t have left him alone,’ he thought, ‘It is all my fault. We reunited after five fucking years and I did the same mistake again. I let him go, all by himself. Oh god! I hope nothing bad has happened to him.’
Slowly, the darkness began to cover him and he fell flat on the floor. He could hear several people talking around him, asking him if he was okay. Riley tried to keep his eyes open and tell them that he was going to be alright after he finds Kyle but those voices died down after a while and it all went blank.
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- 14
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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