Kongpob wakes up with a start and met with darkness. Lifting his hands, he harshly pulls off the blinds over his eyes and his eyes instanly closes on its own as the blinding light pierced them. Taking few seconds to let his eyes adjust with the flaring whitening of industrial bulbs alongwith ceiling light bulbs, the young man once again opens his eyes and his blood ran cold.
He is in an unfamiliar room with white ceiling, grey painted walls, sitting on a four poster king sized california bed which has sheer white curtains hanging from each corner, red coloured pillow covers. Expensive chandlers are hanging from the top. Whole room is covered with rose petals.
The wall he is facing has a potrait of him dressed in a deep blue tee and messenger bag slugged over his shoulder. It was of the day Arthit had picked him up from the college and then they went to carnival with their little muchkin. It was about a month back.
The same wall has a fireplace at the bottom. On the adjacent wall is a small library with books filled in the wooden shelves, a pure white recliner sofa in the corner with a glass table. A transparent heart shaped vessel filled with water over which rosy petals are floating. The rest of the wall has curtains hanging, obscuring him to see beyond those thick sheets. Kongpob turns his head side to side and luckily sports the door to his left. Throwing off the comforter, he hastily puts his feet down and stands up only to fall on the tiled floor. He clutches his head as a throbbing pain emits immobilising him. Kongpob squeezes his eyes shut and groans when the pain intensifies...Exactly what has happened??? I was going back to my dorm then how come I am here??? And where is this place???...The young student grips the edge of the bed and moves his body, supporting his body against the bedside, and searches his pocket for his phone but found none. He breathes in and out repeated the process for several minutes waiting for the pain to subside. After making sure that he won't fall due to pain, Kongpob stands up and gingerly makes his way to the door. Holding his temple with one hand, he turns the doorknob and pulls it open only to come face to face with his nightmare.
Aat is standing dressed in a black hoodie, a huge bookey of red slavia in his hand as he smiles fondly to Kongpob,"Hey!! You woke up!! Here take it. These flowers are for you. Aren't they beautiful??"
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Untamed Hearts
أدب الهواة" You are MINE and I will destroy each and everyone who tries to come between us" A single night changed Kongpob for ever leaving him broken and scarred for life. Like a wave, Arthit came into his life and he started to heal, rebuild his ruined lif...