The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 133
As if I had been holding my breath underwater, I started to hyperventilate and breathe in gulps of fresh air. I tried to force my eyelids open, but I was startled as I felt something covering my eyes.
I raised my hand to feel the thing that was on my face. It was something cold, and it had five fingers. To be exact, it was a webbed claw.
It was Dicken!
I shot up into a sitting position, but the extreme pain from my chest made it difficult to support myself. Hence I fell backward. Luckily, a claw caught my back, and the claw on my face slowly retreated.
I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the light, and Dicken’s figure became clearer. I could smell the strong fragrance Dicken had emitted, but surprisingly, it actually made me feel secure at a time like this. My fearful palpitating heart started to slow down. I then suddenly recalled the events before I passed out, grabbed Dicken’s arm, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are Jack and Peter okay? They’re the two guys who were with me…“
Dicken looked at me silently before slowly shaking his head and replying, “I don’t know…“
I suddenly felt the sharp pain in my chest again, causing me to cough profusely. Scenes from the nightmare had been buried in the back of my mind as I gradually forgot its contents. However, the stark image of Jack and the others floating in a pool of blood remained in my mind. Even though I knew it was just a nightmare, that scene somehow felt so real, like it had just happened in real life.
I then remembered that no one responded to my calls for them in the flurry of gunfire and smoke. It seemed increasingly apparent that they had already been harmed.
Just the thought of my friends possibly dying a horrible death caused my chest to ache inadvertently.
“They’re not dead! They’re not !. We even swore an oath a few days ago… Whatever I saw in the dream must be the opposite of what was really happening! Yes, it has to be! “
I buried my face within the palms of my hand, covering my eyes that were overflowing with tears as I tried to comfort myself.
Dicken had placed a webbed claw on my back and eased my body onto his firm chest. He then started to stroke my back like he was consoling a child. I could hear his strong and steady heartbeat against his chest. It had a soothing effect that I couldn’t explain, and Dicken’s actions eased my suffering.
I couldn’t help but cling on to him like he was the last person I could depend on. Buried in his embrace, I gritted my teeth and tried my best to hold the tears back. But they didn’t stop flowing down onto Dicken’s chest.
Dicken held my arm and squeezed it lightly. Even though his face looked gloomy, his eyes were gentle.
He suddenly lowered his head and placed his lips on my eyelids before licking away my tears. I wanted to evade his touches, but his claw was gently holding me in place. He was licking my cheek tenderly and removing my tears drop after drop. This was his way of comforting me.
But his method of comforting me felt a bit embarrassing , so I pushed him away and wiped my tears with the back of my hands.
Dicken stopped his movements. He had a puzzled look on his face as his brows furrowed, and his deep blue eyes followed me. It looked like he was trying to determine what my mood was. Either that or he was dissatisfied with me being so heartless and denying his comfort.
Noticing this, I felt less bold. If it weren’t for Dicken, I would have been dead a long time ago. And the truth was, I felt at peace the moment I saw him. However, I still didn’t want to admit that I had gotten used to relying on him.