Chapter Forty: Can't Even Breathe

Chapter 3: Can't even breathe

Warmth,peace and contentment filled Sire as he started waking up from a sleep that he didn't even realize he had gone into. His first sight was the face of sleeping Garry right close to his. Only a few seconds tore them apart.

His eyes even followed Garry's arm that was wrapped around his shoulders. Covering him as if it was a blanket of sorts.

A breath escaped Sire's lips. "Why?" He questioned not himself or the one sleeping beside him but the gods and whatever that had decided to make his life so difficult.

"My mother asks me about marriage" he cringed at the memory of the conversation. "I escape it by telling her that I am afraid of responsibility. But that is not true. One can tell by me chasing after you and making sure you're fine from your many, many ways of trying to end your own life. Today you go gambling and tomorrow you try to win in a fight with an opponent that is much skilled in the art of fighting than you are. Why do you trouble