Sarawat has been nothing but a walking skeleton the past four months. A soulless shell wandering off to places. He bumps into people, gets cursed, draws attention that he didn't ask for. Some would mutter words that he was crazy, some eschewed him like he was some kind of plague. Sometimes he falls to the ground, stones for seconds before sluggishly detaching his ass from the asphalt and moves along, ignoring the looks he obtains from passers. His legs continuously brings him to nowhere in particular, until he drains all of his energy, and he just somehow ... collapses.
He is such a mess.
As he rests his back against the cold brick wall behind him and sniffs when the afternoon breeze gently touches his face, Sarawat closes his eyes, the wind kissing his skin as if telling him a secret; everything will be alright at the end of the day.
Would today be his last time crying? Is that it?
He can bring himself to believe that.
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"What about that one?" Man asked, pointing across the bar.
Sarawat turned to peer around the edge of the booth. Man was pointing at a tall man with curly, bleach blond hair. Sarawat considered him for a moment, but then the man turned around.
Oh, no.
"Too young," Sarawat said, "He looks twelve, honestly."
"Well, I think you've rejected every man in this bar," Man said, "I thought we were here to get you laid so you can get over Tine?" Man took a sip of his drink before adding, "That's not going to happen if you're this picky about a rebound fuck."
"Just because some of us would fuck anyone with a dick -"
"Hey!"
"— doesn't mean the rest of us can't have standards." Sarawat finished, taking a sip of his own drink and raising his eyebrows above the glass.
Man glared at him. "Fine. Then, you're on your own." Man slid sideways to get out the booth and stood up, wobbling only the tiniest bit. He picked up his drink to take a long last sip, then slammed it down on the table. "Don't come crying to me next time."
"Man, wait," Sarawat said, leaning out of the booth to catch his arm. Man shook him off. "Hey, come on, you know I didn't mean it!"
Man waved at him over his shoulder, not even pausing as Man headed for the door.
Sarawat slumped back into his seat, glaring at the table like it was the one who had just pissed off his best friend. Only friend, really. All his other friends were married, which meant that they didn't have time to hang out anymore. And now Sarawat had chased off the only person still willing to socialise with him.
Great.
After finishing his own drink, Sarawat debated whether or not he wanted to drink what was left of Man's vodka soda.
That was a bit too desperate, he decided.
He could get a new drink of his own. Which was how he wound up leaning against the crowded bar, trying to get the bartender's attention.
"He's horribly slow tonight," the man next to him commented.
"Apparently," Sarawat muttered in agreement. He glanced to the side to find himself looking into the the most familiar yet not at all familiar face he'd ever seen — Tine 2.0.
Tine 2.0 grinned at him. "You might have to wait until he comes back with my order to get your own in. Fair warning though, that was going on ten minutes ago so I'm starting to think my drink is never going to show up."
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Don't Leave Me
Fiksi Penggemar"I missed you. When you were gone I felt like dying. I couldn't smile. Couldn't live happily. I became the most miserable person in the world. I couldn't love anyone like I loved you. If people talked to me about fate, I'd laugh in their face. That...
