Wounded.

Mathew POV

I'm still waiting for jay to be back, he never take this long on any job. He's been away for three weeks now, a new record. We lost communication after week one, he said he need to go undercover for a bit and won't be able to talk to me.

I was scared, antsy, fidgeting like crazy, he can't be hurt or worst dead. He can't leave me not like this, i need him, he's my partner, my dominant, my love.

We've been together for four years but it feel like a lifetime. He saved me from the street and from the drugs, i always loved to draw but with jay i became an artist. I took few courses here and there, i loved drawing being creative and sometimes my drawing would sell. Not for much but not for cheap either, lately all my drawings are a proof of how sad i feel.

Like someone just turned off the light inside me, I'm not sad anymore, I'm numb waiting for the next hit to come. Jay isn't okay i knew that in the bottom of my heart, he's hurt somewhere, somehow. Add to that the fact that gho