Daggers in our Heart

How it Ends

How it Ends

"Archen, I got the datas of those who are applying for an internship here. Wanna check their profiles? You might want to supervise one" Ben suddenly entered my office while I'm busy reading my schedule for this week.

Damn, it's so hectic!! Lots of site inspections and meetings!! Give me a short break, please.

"I told you already, I don't need an assistant or a secretary here. I can clearly handle myself, I don't need an excess baggage. I'm uncomfortable with someone being around while I work" I straightly told him still not removing my eyes on the schedule.

"Just check it out!! Every Head Engineers from different department decided to get one Assistant from the applying interns. Give chance to the unchosen ones here. A lot of them needs to start very soon and still haven't find a company to train them in" he finalized and put a lot of documents in my desk.

I just sighed, not having a choice but to check on those papers just so Ben will stop bugging me. I can just tell him later that I haven't found one that satisfy my standards. I've been working for years without anyone's help, I'm sure I can manage to continue like that.

Read the profile's name then put it away. That's how I do it in every documents containing the informations of the applicants.

I continued doing that but then.. I stopped after reading a very familiar name. It is very familiar that the pain runs on my veins again. It is very familiar that it freshens all the sadness, pain and anger I felt way back.

My heartbeat seems to stop by just reading the name written in a piece of paper I'm holding.

Kornchid Boonsathitpakdee
July 11, 1999

I don't know what to suddenly feel. My mind travels back to time again, like how it usually goes everytime I saw something that reminds me of that small guy who created a big hole in my heart.

I started going back to the past again because of that piece of paper. There's really nothing much entertaining in my life. I just continued walking in a different path. That one path I know I should take. I left him and chose to cut our connections.

I can still remember how I arrived in that decision. I can still feel the pain like it just happened yesterday. In other words, years really do passed but the pain remained fresh, the wounds didn't heal. I don't know why but for some reasons.. I can't just completely let go of everything.

Maybe they're wrong, time won't heal everything. Time failed to heal my heart. Time even made it worst.

"Son, are you sure you're really leaving? What about Nine?" My mother asked me the moment we are packing my bag, getting ready for my flight which is scheduled for the next day.

I just smiled at her. My Mom really do loves Nine, I can't tell her we finished. I don't want to hear my own voice confirming that we broke up. I just don't want it. I hate that I'm the one who ended us but yet, I feel like I'm the one who's suffering the most. It's my decision, I shouldn't feel this miserable.

I just freed and protected myself, it's for my own good. I should be fine. I get rid of those who are hurting me. I run away and succeed in escaping. I should feel fine.

But why am I isn't feeling just a bit?

"H-he'll understand, you know him" I just answered, giving a small smile and she smiled too as she started to pat my head.