Try Again [Complete]

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Author's Note: Hello! We've made it! This shall be the last part of this story and the end of our babies' suffering.  In case you think there's a mistake and some part of this chapter sounds like a repetition from chapter III or a mistake, nope! It's all supposed to be like that. I think you'll understand why :P

Since the future will meet the past/present,  the future we were used to won't come to pass. In the end, we'll see what happens to their new future.

Like always, if you have any questions please do ask.

***

He could see him, walking alone in the sand.

He could see the tears and if he tried to remember hard enough, he could still feel them on his own face.

Because that man had been him, a long time ago. Suddenly everything made sense, he knew that this was the second chance he had begged for so long, this was his chance to make it right.

As his past kept walking around, he knew that the clock was ticking, his phone had already unanswered messages piling up from the one person he couldn't afford to lose again.

But how? He couldn't just talk to himself, that would make them both lose precious time and there was no time left, quite literally.

Krist searched his pockets for something, maybe his phone? Could he send a text to himself? All he found was a pen that he had needed before to sign some posters for fans and tissues.

That would do.

He scribbled something on a tissue and before the younger man reached the familiar place by the rocks where he would fall asleep till it was too late, Krist tried to find a safe place to leave the frail piece of paper. One gust of wind and it would fly right into the ocean.

Just next to the place where he had woken up, he could spot a glass bottle left behind in the sand. How long had it been since the last time that he and P'Sing had wandered alone in this beach searching for secret love stories inside those?

Perhaps it was time to change their own story with one.

Krist put the paper inside and then, he prayed.

***

The sky had gone completely dark but Krist found himself sitting by some green covered rocks that, once again, reminded him of his pathetic attempts at climbing and how Singto had held onto him the entire time. He would never let any harm come to him, and that included protecting him from himself.

The more he told himself that his decision was final he couldn't help but think of the what-ifs.

What if he told Singto that he could wait for him, that maybe they could try for a long-distance relationship just like their characters had done once. He cursed the way their lives kept turning out more and more like those damn character's story.

But real life was not as forgiving as fiction and what if they end up hating each other after unsolved disagreements and unsaid words. Krist was used to small fights with his senior but he always trusted that his best pout and cuddle attacks would make it better within hours. How could they make it work once thousands of miles separated them?

They might be just as close off-screen as on-screen, but they were total opposites in reality. Would a real relationship, where efforts were needed and things couldn't be left unsaid after the spotlights were turned off, last?

In his pocket, his phone rang again. This time Krist opened the unread messages, and without the courage to face the unknown, he locked his phone again and let himself fall against the cold sand underneath. Mindlessly, he ran his fingers through the soft sand beneath him as he let the tears free, suddenly he felt something round under his fingertips. A bottle?

Inside, however, he didn't find the expected hollowness.

He couldn't wait to tell P'Sing that he had found an actual message in a bottle.

The small paper didn't tell him a whole tragic love story, only a few written words in some very familiar handwriting.

Be brave when I couldn't

It wasn't what he had anticipated but, maybe that person was right. What if sometimes, you only got one chance? This really sounded like a bad joke from the universe, but one thing was for sure: he couldn't live with the uncertainty of the what-ifs.

In his pocket, his phone rang again. This time Krist opened the unread messages, and finding the courage within himself, he took a leap.

***

Krist rolled over to the empty side of the bed but collided with a hard chest instead. His hazy mind reminded him that he had company. Almost automatically, the person next to him pulled him back and he could only hide his face on a familiar neck, smirking as his hair probably tickled the man's face.

"Kit, go back to sleep, it's way too early."

Of course, Singto had stayed over every night since he had come back to Thailand. How could he forget? Especially after last night, when they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other until both had been sated. The long-distance thing hadn't been easy, but it had definitely been worth it in the end.

It had been only a week since his boyfriends' arrival, yet they had already established a routine. Neither would waste any more time apart than necessary and as far as they were concerned, they would never have to again.  Singto had been offered a job as soon as he has stepped foot in the country as an Assistant Director, a position that promised him knowledge and experience in this new perspective of his old occupation.

Krist had obviously auditioned for the main part before Singto had even bought his plane ticket, begging every staff to just tell him which project would be offered to Singto upon his arrival. P'Yui hadn't been amused but had given in like always, everyone at the company doubted the success of the project if the two turned out to be as insufferable in person as they were on their video calls that many had witnessed during working hours.

He paid them no mind, he had missed his boyfriend every hour of the day and he hadn't been ashamed to admit it or to let everyone in the building know it.

But it was all over now. His P'Sing was back and he would never leave again.

Krist didn't know if Singto was even awake by now but still, he tried to remember why he had woken up so early. Try as he might, he couldn't exactly recall what the awful dream had been about, however, he still remembered the distinct sense of loss and despair. He could feel it still in his bones as if it was more of a memory than imagination.

"It was just a nightmare." He whispered into the warm skin under his lips. He would forget all about it in a few hours like it always happened whenever he had a bad dream.

As if sensing his slight trembling, he felt strong arms tighten their hold around him and pull him even closer.

"It's okay Kit. It wasn't real, love."

The end