"C-c-can I hel-help y-you?" I asked with difficulty.
"You are an Omega." He stated. Half a head taller than me, lean, with wild, dark hair on his head and green eyes that looked like emeralds.
A really beautiful boy.
Oh.
Too beautiful for a low-rank werewolf or a beta, so it was true.
I nodded and unlocked my door, asking him to enter. I directly put the chewing tobacco in the trash after entering.
He followed me to my half-a-room apartment, which was formed of a bed, and a miniature kitchen. There were cockroaches crawling around, and I stepped on a few on my way to the kitchen.
"T-t-take a seat." I said, motioning to the disheveled bed. Because he followed me in here and didn't seem disgusted by the building, I figured sitting down would be no problem for him.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that he did just that, his school uniform still on him. I would like to ask him if he wanted to call his parents, but there was no phone here, so yes.
I searched for a glass without a chipped spot and found none. I made do with the most intact and filled it with water. It was murky, but it was the best I had to offer, and all the occupants of this block had drunk from it and were still alive; most were, at least.
I walked the one and a half steps to the bed and sat on the floor after giving him the glass. Now, I could see unwillingness in his eyes while looking at the water.
"O-o-omega?" I asked him, and his face contorted before he slowly nodded.
"I still have the hope they made a mistake."
I shook my head and pointed at him,
"T-t-too beau-beautiful."
He looked at me in surprise before laughing in self-mock.
"I should have accepted the moment my parents threw me out."
I nodded. Yes, that is the case that happens the most often. No wonder he followed me.
"There are c-c-ce-ce-centers." Uh, that was difficult to get out.
"I know." He said, holding the glass but not drinking from it.
I reached for the glass, and he gave it to me. Putting it on the floor, I waited for him to ask what he came here for to ask, already knowing the question by heart.
"Will my life be like this?" He asked, looking around. I spoke each word with him in my mind—how often was it that I had asked myself the same?
"Sor-sorry." I said, not looking at the poor pup.
"How are you accepting that?" He fixated me, his eyes heated.
"T-time." At the beginning, I was just angry. First I went to brothels to prove myself that I was a man, constantly getting into fights to prove my manliness. Then I was soon 'collared' and at that moment nobody would fight with me. Instead, they would beat me one-sidedly, and the girls in the brothels wouldn't even look at me. It was a dark time.
But there were a few Omegas that had made it out of here.
"There are a f-f-few O-omegas that l-l-leave. T-t-they lead a g-g-ood life." I sighed when I finally finished.
"A good life?" He tilted his head, not having heard of that, apparently.
I nodded,
"E-e-each Omega….t-talent."
"Each Omega has a talent?" He narrowed his eyes in skepticism.
He wouldn't believe until I showed him, wouldn't he? Taking a deep breath, I started to sing while looking at the floor. A song that I heard on the radio from the teacher's office.
"My body is on the line now~
I can't fight this time now~
I can feel the light shine on my face~"
I looked at him, as he stared at me with wide eyes. He got up from my bed and fell on his knees in front of me, cupping my face.
The proximity was strange.
"Continue..." He weakly spoke. There was someone who had heard me singing in the past; he was also overcome with awe, but not like the pup before me was.
I obliged.
"Did I disappoint you~
Will they still let me over~
if I cross the line~"
"Continue." Emerald-eyes didn't let go of me, and I saw he was close to tears. So I continued to sing for him; regardless of which tone, it was easy for me. The melody was magical, and when I was on the second refrain, his tears fell. The pup hugged me closely.
Burrowing his face in my neck, I could feel him trembling. What else to do for another fellow sufferer? I repeated the song and let him continue to cry his heart out until he calmed down and fell asleep.
Only kids cry themselves to sleep.
But, oh well, I wish I had someone support me when I got my news back then. So let's take on that role.