Chapter 58: I’d rather not tell him
Michael’s Pov
I’m so stupid. I’m such a fool. A selfish bastard. Just how could I have done something like that?!
I ran as fast as my legs could take me, panting and crying as I realized I had done the most selfish thing a man could do.
How could I have done something like that?
They were probably people working for Noah who were looking for him, and yet I lied... I covered my mouth, feeling the urge to throw up. How could I have done something like that?
That was only something Mark could do, so how could I?
I stopped, leaning on the pole as I coughed with tears streaming down my face.
Why did I do something like that? Just why?
The people passing by looked at me as if I were putting on a show.
I cleaned my mouth with my sleeve and started walking again.
What do I do? Should I tell Noah about this? But I fear he will hate me for this. He would hate me for lying, but all I wanted to do was keep him to myself.
I didn’t want to be lonely just yet... I didn’t want to give him up, so I did that.
It was selfish, I know, but I couldn’t... I couldn’t help it.
But then, a thought crossed my mind.
I believed that man right away when he said Noah was his boss, but what if he wasn’t who he claimed to be?
Yeah, he might’ve been one of the enemies who were chasing him. Why didn’t I think of that?
I just might’ve saved Noah from his pursuers?
Yeah, yeah. I’ll just tell myself that, and I’ll feel better.
I definitely saved him.
I cleaned my eyes, choosing to believe that, but a part of me still couldn’t fully believe it. I was just saying this to myself so I wouldn’t feel guilty about turning Noah’s people away.
There was no evidence that they were his people, yes, but there was also no evidence that they were the enemy. So what I did was push away the people at the door without caring to know who they were.
In other words, I dismissed his liberation while lying to myself that it was his doom.
I covered my mouth, feeling nauseous again. My own actions disgusted me.
A few minutes later, I was able to calm down and then made my way home. Noah couldn’t know what had happened. He shouldn’t.
I’d rather not tell him.
I walked into the house with a bag of bread and announced,
"I’m back," but there was no response. "Noah?"
I dropped the bread on the kitchen counter and then headed for the bedroom.
"Noah?" I called, but there was still no response.
My heart had begun to tremble for some reason.
"It’s alright. He’s probably doing the laundry." I said to assure myself and went to the laundry room, but he wasn’t there.
Something in me began to crack.
"Noah?"
Where had he gone? I was sure I left him sleeping in bed, so where did he go?
I searched everywhere thoroughly. Searched the bedroom once more, checked the bathroom, and even checked the Laundry room a second time, but I couldn’t find him.
"Phone, where’d I put my phone?"
I called his phone, but I heard it ringing in the bedroom.
Then it dawned on me that Noah had disappeared. But how? Where could he have gone? He never went anywhere without letting me know.
I went down as quickly as I could to check if he was taking out the trash, but then I found the trash that was sure had come from our house in the dumpster, but Noah was nowhere to be found.
Oh no. What was going on? Where was Noah?
Did his pursuers catch up with him? Or did he leave on his own?
No, he didn’t have any memories, so where would he go? And even if he did get his memories out of nowhere, he wouldn’t leave without a word.
He wouldn’t leave me like that. He wasn’t that heartless, right? Even if he had no feelings for me he was still someone who knew how to show gratitude.
I held my arms and bit my lip.
So, had he been kidnapped from this very spot?
Who did it? Who?
My mind flashed towards the man who had approached me. Could he have been the one? Did he follow me and find Noah taking out the trash before I noticed?
Did he take Noah?
If so, I should call the police. My body trembled as I thought of this. If I get the police involved, do I have to provide a picture so they put up a missing person poster?
But the police wouldn’t act unless it was 48 hours since the person was last seen, so what do I do?
Do I just let Noah go? Do I just let those bad people take him?
I crumbled on the floor, my eyes on the floor and my body trembling.
No, not Noah. Not my Noah. I needed him. I wasn’t sure I would be able to live without him yet.
The world suddenly felt like it was spinning.
He wanted me to keep living so where did he go?
"Micheal?" I heard Noah’s voice and raised my head, revealing the tears that were falling in heavy streams down from my eyes.
He watched me in shock and asked,
"What... What happened?"
As soon as I saw him, the fear in my heart quickly disappeared, and I cried, let the tears flow in peace.
I opened my mouth and wailed.
"Noah," I called as I cried.
He rushed towards me and went on one knee to see what was wrong, but I quickly threw my arms around him, crying as I held him tight.
Thank goodness he was still here. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything if he had really disappeared from my life.
I wouldn’t have been able to take it.
Noah didn’t know what had happened but he held me and patted my back.
"It’s alright. I’m here." He comforted me and the more I heard his voice, the more I squeezed tightly, not wanting to let go of him.
Had I become obsessed with him to the point I couldn’t live without him? Maybe. Maybe I was.
Maybe it wouldn’t be easy to let go of him after all. The thought if it already made me crumble. So the real thing would definitely destroy me.
