Lorenzo's throat begged for a release. He jumped out of his chair—his heart pounding irrationally and his stomach twisting. The room froze as the chair slipped to the ground, as loud and obnoxious as he was. He raced. Raced somewhere far away for a longing. His stomach churned and writhed as he remembered it all. He shouldn't have seen it. He knows he shouldn't have. He clutched his body and ran until he made it to a faucet. The lunch he ate coming up like every word on that piece of paper.
The one he held until he was kidnapped. The one he sobbed with sometimes. The one with heart drawings and little words of love on each side.
It was projectile. Yellow, disgusting. Blue. He spat it out-not caring who saw. He clutched the granite counter, throwing up gravelly in the large sink. He gagged. Gagged until it was gone. Tears prickled down his cheeks, cold and disruptive. He couldn't hold it back. He wanted to follow in the man's—he wasn't even a man—the boy's footsteps. But something pulled him out of it.
"Rennie? Come here, baby. Come here," Eunho. The trees parted like waves and all Lorenzo saw was a single figure. The small and shy, noticeable throughout a million corners. Lorenzo grabbed him, despite failing to realize how the omega followed him. He clutched the boy's waist and cried hard into his neck. The thin, gaunt omega released smells that tasted his interest. It hurt to let the tears go. His throat was raw—no whimpers came out of him. But the sheer force of his depression made Eunho shake.
Eunho, the responsible and beautiful omega he is, pat Lorenzo's head and wiped his face. His kissed his head repeatedly. "It's okay, I promise." He whispered. Lorenzo's cries slowed. To the guise of his strong, strawberry scent forcing its way through Lorenzo's throat like waves through finger. "Please don't leave me. Please." Lorenzo begged.
"I never will, baby. Never." He spoke, pressing soft kisses into Lorenzo's head.