bitter loss, and a sweet revenge. Alt Tag

a loving childhood was all he knew. he had everything he needed, everything he wanted. both of his parents worked, and he often stayed with his grandma while they did. not a clue what they did. adult things, so he never payed mind. he was loved, and that's what mattered.

grandma, listen to this song i learned!

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the bad part of not knowing, is that you can't be prepared.
another night at his grandma's is what he thought it was. rushed into the backseat by his mother as his father drove them, he sat with his guitar in his lap.

stay here with your grandma, i'll come back and get you soon.,
she told him. yet she hugged him a little tighter like she knew something he didn't. handing his grandmother a red journal and rushing back to the car without another word.

mom! he yelled, dropping his belonging onto the street as the car disappeared. uneasiness, uncertainty.

and he never saw them again.

did i change, or was i forced to?
now, he held the red journal of clues of his parent's deaths, and inside brewed a desire for revenge on everyone involved.

stuffing the journal in his backpack before returning reality, smiling up to the short woman in scrubs.

p'bee, can i see the patient's chart?

kasemchai saengarun.

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heartstrings open to be tugged on.
always being used for personal pleasures, never the one to settle with. the hidden lover. once in love with the rush of mindless flirting, but now wondering if it was all worth anything. alcohol began to fill the void that he denied. another one, please.

his heart was empty, waiting to be conquered.

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patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
he had grown very fond of one man. jun, his best friend. his mon chari. opposite of his own cold demeanor, he was everything warm in the world. the only one willing to explore beyond his facade. why does my heart feel like this?

the person he didn't expect to bump into that night, yet the one he was grateful to see.

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i always had feelings for you. .,
he admitted. soft eyes. hints of vulnerability. hearts opened to each other.

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an ice heart that melted with his warmth.

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Pub: 16 Sep 2024 08:19 UTC

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