Untamed Hearts

Farewell

Aat heads to the figure lying in the bed and looks at the sleeping form of his darling. He sits at the edge of the bed and stares at the innocent face peeking out of the blue comforter. Dark black eyelashes faning against the honey toned cheeks. Aat raises his right hand hovering over the raven fringes scattered over the forehead, giving Kongpob a more adorable and innocent look. He is dying to touch those strands, to feel those silky curls slipping between his fingers. His index finger dancing over the angelic face, mapping the straight thick eye brows, sharp straight nose, chubby cheeks, glossy pink lips. Not touching yet he can feel the softness of those pouty bottom lip.

"Hey sleepyhead!! wake up", Aat calls out for the young guy before stepping away from the bed. He don't want Kongpob to get panic with his close proximity. They talked a lot. Well, mostly, it was his sweet heart hitting him and crying and cursing. When the medical student realized that Aat was not going to hurt him again...Kongpob vent out all his anger, sadness, pain and rage. In form of slaps, punches and.... words. And Aat just listened. How his one selfish act had destroyed his beloved one's life for ever.

One random act done in a spur of moment, blindshieded by anger, when he was not even himself, under control of all those drugs pumped in his veins........It has costed the most invaluable thing of his life. Kong. Kongpob. Aat had never lied about his love, his craziness for the young male. He was, he is, and he will be forever in love with Kongpob.....but it's too late now..he has already made his bed, now he have to lie in it....

The very first time he realized that Kongpob is not going to be his was when he saw him smiling. His real smile, where his eyes lit up, lips upturned, face muscles relax. A smile which is aimed towards his youngest brother, while playing with Asnee. A soft care free laugh passed his lips alongwith giggles over something his little nephew said and Kongpob picked up the small guy in his arms, protectively wrapping his arms around the baby. The trio were looking like a family. A happy one. One of many things, Aat had wanted with his darling.

It dawned on Aat that the Kongpob he confronted in the alley was very diferent than the one he was watching over. The one he met in alley after years was terrified, he was afraid with eyes full of pain and hurt. Even the Kongpob who used to watch movies with him, hang out and play...he had not witnessed the same deep affection and adore in them. Aat had caught the glimpse of hero worship and platonic affection in those black orbs but not love...atleast not the type of love he longed for.

When a teenage Kongpob had outright rejected him, it was like a switch had been flipped. Aat had gone berserk. Crazy. Something, most probably his sanity, ratinal thinking had snapped inside, that he had gone all lunatic and did such an henious crime.

Today just confirmed his theories one more time. Kongpob was frightened of him. His first instinct was to run away from Aat. His darling put up the fight at the last point and if Aat has not used that fake video of Asnee , he is sure, the other would still had been rebelling.

Letting out a defeated sigh, he takes several more steps back, creating distance betwen a sleeping Kongpob and him.

The drug Kongpob was injected into by his grandpa's men had an adverse effect on him. With occassional brain splitting head ache, Kongpob has also vomited and feeling nauseous every now and then. After getting exhausted mentally and physically, the medical student could not help but scummb to the sleep. When Aat discussed with his doctor friend, he was told to let the patient rest saying that it could be mere side effects of anasthetsia and Kongpob would be fine after a while.

It has been close to 3 hours since the student had fallen asleep and it's dinner time now.

"Kongpob!! Kong!!!"

Two and more calls later, the person stirred and blinks, slowly opening his eyes, meeting to Aat. Sitting up abruptly. Fisting the duvet protectively.