BETWEEN ME AND YOU

The Painting (3)

A tragedy. One would call it like that.

"I-im s-sorry- Kit-"

"Shhh. It's okay darling."

"No! It isn't!" Singto exclaims as he got out of Krist's hold. Turning around and facing the man. "It's my fault. I should've just listened to them then-"

"And leave me? Sing, do you regret being with me?"

"N-no, I don't regret anything."

"Then why Sing?" Arthit asks, his voice and expression hurt. He takes a step forward, trying to take the small framed man back in his arms. But Singto takes a step back.

"YOUR FAMILY DIED BECAUSE OF ME."

Flashback

Like the loud cries of a lion, the sound of thunder roars through the empty halls of a mansion through the dark night. There was a brewing storm.

Two men were standing face to face. One as young as the night and the other as old as his bigot thoughts and beliefs.

"Get out." Singto tells the well dressed old man who has invaded his private space. Hatred and disgust evident in his voice.

"You can't make me child. This room, this mansion, and this land is my property. You can't tell me what to do inside my home." The old man replies, voice as rusty and hoarse as he appeared.

"Then I'll leave then. This is your land right? I'll leave so you no longer have anything to say about me and how I live my life!"

"YOUR LIFE IS MINE TOO. YOU HAVE MY BLOOD AND AS LONG AS MY BLOOD RUNS IN YOUR VEINS, YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. AND I SAY YOU LEAVE THAT DISGUSTING PEASANT."

"Krist is nothing like that! The only one who's disgusting here is you!"

SLAP

The old man eyes smirks when he was able to silence the young man, he turns around and starts to walk to the large door. Singto held his sore cheek and looked at the man with full of hate.

"Think about it my dearest grandchild. You wouldn't like it if you suddenly find out that your low life of a lover and his family suddenly disappears from the face of life. Right?"

"You wouldn't dare." Singto speaks back.

"Oh try me. You don't know what I can do my dear lion." The elder speaks before walking away, leaving the young man who was moments away from being a crying mess.

Singto runs towards his door and locking it. He needs to warn Krist.

Looking back at his window, he goes around his room to get a few essential objects and putting them in a bag. The glint of a dagger gifted to him by his father before he passed away made an appearance. Thinking that the object may come on handy, he takes the sharp object and places it in his bag.

Singto opens the door to his balcony. The strong winds going in along with some splashes of the rain. The storm was strong, but he still needed to go.

Going to the edge, he climbs over to the ledge and faces the tree before leaping to the large branch. Almost slipping in the process. His heart pounding like crazy when he thought he was going to fall.

Singto climbs down the tree and checks his surroundings for anything. A servant, a guard, or a family member that could possibly see him sneaking out. Convinced that no one was there, he goes to the back of the house and climbs on the wall and jumps with no hesitance.

"Ah. Shit." Singto hisses. Wounding himself when he made a wrong jump and falling badly on the ground because of the strong rain.

Immediately getting up, he runs towards the village where Krist and his family's house was located. Not minding the lighting and the rain, he had one goal and that was to make sure Krist and his family got the news and to get out of the city as fast as possible. He knew his grandfather. The old man was ruthless and would do anything to get what he wanted. Even if it meant killing innocent lives. And Singto couldn't even bear that idea.