The Tears of a Prince

It took days. Weeks even for Philip to actually manage and get even a fraction of Kai's attention. He followed him everywhere, accepted his punches and his swears, his eyes always trying to find him. No matter how hard he tried to get the prince to listen, the beautiful man was simply reluctant to hear him.

The prince would always try to find ways to avoid him. He didn't want to see him, he didn't want to be near him in a very poor attempt to stop hurting him. What was happening to him was unexplainable. He had many talks with Lun, read every book but there was no explanation as to why he felt that way. While he was away from him he felt guilty, tortured by his horrible actions but once they would cross paths, standing right in front of each other a hate would ignite in him, fiery and fierce and he wouldn't be able to stop it. He had spent many nights awake, standing at the balcony, letting the cold caress his body after hurting the werewolf once more. His words were sharper than knives, his stares filled with discontent. 

"I'm tired" Kai mumbled while he was on his way to the library. It was one of these days where he would just rush to the enormous room, search through books and hope that there would be a solution to his problem. He had even thought that someone had hexed him but there were no signs of hostile magic on him, he had Lun check. 

The guards that stood in front of the library opened the double doors, slowly showing him the empty room. It was a round space, growing high with many floors and shelves filled with dusty old books. Each floor had a ladder they would have to use to access the book. Desks, heavy and made of dark wood were spread everywhere on the ground floor, comfortable chairs left there to make studying easier. 

Kai walked inside, his footsteps echoing through the forgotten halls of the library. He headed to his usual spot, a corridor that had books about werewolves, on the far back, barely illuminated by the candles that burned on the walls. 

As he turned to the side, hoping to continue a book he had grabbed the other day he found himself meeting an unexpected guest. He stopped, standing stunned. He hadn't seen him in a while, at least not right in front of him. He had always been thinking of him though, every second he was troubled and right now, he found himself conflicted again, just by one simple look.

"Hey" Philip told him, a faint smile on his face. He looked tired, holding a book in his hands, the pages opened almost in the middle.

"What are you doing here?" Kai asked, his voice loud.

"I just...I wanted to study about a few things. I am sorry if I bothered you."

"Can you leave?" The prince told him. There was disappointment in Philip's face, clear sadness in his hazel eyes. Kai knew he was the cause of this but he felt hopeless, weak and unable to stop it. 

"I want to finish reading my book first." The werewolf said.

"Take it with you. Just leave." Kai repeated. The young prince was trying really hard to stop himself. Restrain his acidic words, look somewhere else, distract himself from the mean thoughts that tortured him. 

"Why don't you look at me?" Philip asked. 

"Because you disgust me." He told him, wishing he could bite his tongue off. Kai wasn't this kind of person, he wasn't mean, he didn't take pleasure from another's sorrow.

"Kai...what happened? I get it, we didn't know each other. We are not friends and we don't really have to like each other but after that day, that time at the lake I thought that you and I...maybe we…"

"You thought wrong. You were so wrong. I told you many times. Don't come near me. Stay away. But all you do is follow me like a fucking lost puppy. You don't leave me in peace no matter how much I punch you or swear at you. You're pitiful, do you know that?"

"I do, believe me I do. But I can't act otherwise. I just can't leave you alone"

"It's easy. All you have to do is stop!" Kai exclaimed.

"I don't want to." Philip answered him, showing him clearly that what he was going to do was not something for the prince to decide. The vampire groaned in distress, grabbing Philip, like he always did when he was at his limit and prepared to punch him. Once more the werewolf did not move, he didn't even flinch at the upcoming punch and Kai's eyes locked with him in a fateful moment. 

He liked Philip's eyes. They were honest and clear. They showed the kindness in him. They always looked at him with such calm, like the surface of his favorite lake. He had the aura of peace, he emitted comfort and even though Kai knew that he just…

He stopped himself. For the first time he managed to do it. His arm hung frozen in the air, his other hand gripping Philip's shirt while his head fell, his forehead touching his chest.

"Please, just...I am begging you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I am not like this, I do not feel like this so don't do this. Stay away from me" the prince mumbled, his usually confident voice cracking as he spoke. Philip placed his warm palm on his fist, pushing it gently down and once his hand was resting on his side he raised his head, burning fingertips touching the freezing skin of his chin. He looked at the werewolf, his raven haired framing his face beautifully as he looked at the prince.

"Can we try to figure this out?" He asked him. His tone soft, almost like a lullaby. It was as if he was scared to speak louder because he would trigger something in the prince. Something that would make him run away or explode. 

"I don't want to be mean to you. I...help me. Please." Kai said, tears gathering in his blue eyes and Philip sighed, concerned for him. He brought him closer, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly. His palm rested on his silky hair, caressing the troubled prince as he cried. 

"I will. I promise. I will help you and after we figure out what's going on, I want to talk to you." Philip whispered. The young prince nodded, his face moving faintly as he cried. 

Maybe this was a beginning for a good end or 

Maybe this was the beginning of a painful end.