One Day (Completed)

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Gun called me asked about spending time during the Songkran ( Thai New Year's water festival).

Songkran is a bathing ritual where the people pour water on the senior. I had fan meeting events with Yuyu twice in the past, but my event has been canceled for this year, and I happened to have a long weekend off.

I guess Gun heard it from somewhere; that's why he asked me out.

I don't feel like spending time with Gun, so I told him that I would go to my parent's house. I simply lied and declined his invitation.

My relationship with Gun has been hanging in the air because I have been avoiding him.

If I meet him without any plan, I would blame him and won't stop it.

That's not good.

I know I have to make things clear, but I also have to be smart about it.

I don't want him to hurt Singto.

On the day of Songkran, I prepared several days' worth of meals in the morning for spending time watching TV, not going out. I opened canned beer after taking a shower. I could hear happy people's voices from the street. It's a water festival that everyone loves.

It's supposed to be a fun time of the year, but I am drinking alone.

Eventually, I felt drunk and went to bed. I don't know what time it is or day or night.

I feel empty, alone spending time.

The night when Singto disappeared, he said he liked me.

That means he has been thinking of me all those years while I have completely forgotten about him.

He spent so many years alone, making screws and nuts quietly, listening to the radio.

How many times of Songkran has he spent alone? --- just keep thinking of me, who lost his memory.

Singto...

My heart hurts no matter how many times imagining about alone Singto.

One day, I showed up in front of him with no memory. To make things worse, I was with a man that was not him. I also blagged about him a lot. I was flirting with Gun in front of him.

How did he feel when he saw that?

And I...

My brain became dull and dizzy with alcohol before I ultimately passed out. I thought I heard his velvety voice... Singto... I am sorry.

The next morning, I work up with a heavy hangover but decided to break with Gun.

I have no idea what made me do this all of a sudden, but I felt like now or never.

Gun and I met at his bar at night while still in a festival mood everywhere. We had a couple of drinks and walked down to the main street after that. Before I say anything, I thought about the word for a while. I have to choose the words carefully; otherwise, he won't agree so quickly with great pride.

"Gun, can I talk a little? Why don't we go to the park over there?"
I asked.

Gun smiled at me with a cute gesture that I used to think cute.-
Not anymore. It's too fake in my eyes.

There were beautiful decorations all over the park, and lots of people are enjoying the night view. We sat in the middle of the bench near the large garden.

We made small talk calmly and told him when the right moment comes.

"Khun Gun, I'm sorry, you're great, but it's just not working for me. We should stop seeing each other."
As I said to him, I noticed that he acted strangely.