Amoret : a love token
A collection of short stories, one shots about my favourite ships
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Win's feet stood, gluing themselves to the cemented parking lot and his hands suspended in the air. His eyes burned, his heart screamed and blood rushed to his ears.
The backpack on his shoulder slide down and fell on the ground with a 'thud' making the two people kissing each other break free, jolting further away from the latter.
"Bright...?" Win mumbled, as his eyes watered up.
Bright got pale as if he had seen a ghost; multiple expressions changed in the next few seconds.
"Win. Wait, it's not what you think-", Bright panicked and walked towards the latter. But it was too late.
The boy has already started running away after swiftly picking up his backpack.
"Win! Win, wait!" Bright's voice boomed into the, now empty, parking lot.
Win was gone.
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All Win wanted to do was spend few hours with Bright before leaving for Hokkaido. But all he got to see was him kissing Fern, one of his partners in the new MV he was shooting.
He is tired! He is tired of carrying on a low-key relationship. Sometimes his frustration level blows up making him cry or snap at every random person he meets. Why does his boyfriend have to this good-looking?
He bore up all those perks of having a low-key relation and convinced himself that this was for their own good and that if they come out all of a sudden, people might bash them for who they are. And that was until today when his last thread of patience tore down and he left the place as soon as he possibly could.
He was currently at P'Eed's house with his well-packed luggage ready to go to the airport.
"Are you sure you don't want to meet B1?" P'Eed asked with a concerned expression. She had lost count of the times when the two would have a row and one of them would be there at her house refusing to meet the other.
Win feels so empty. He feels like all his soul was sucked out by an invisible someone or something, leaving him a walking dead man.
"No", he answered, coldly.
"But, he's here banging my door. Why don't you two talk it out?" P'Eed asked again, praying this time the younger might oblige to her request.
"I am sorry, P'Eed. It's over between us", he answered emotionlessly. His heart shattered into million pieces, and lumps of sourness formed into his throat- something he couldn't get rid of after swallowing million times.
"It's all over", he mumbled again. This time he repeated the words more to himself as he broke down, hugging his carrot plushie on his lap— letting out every bottled-up emotion. The surge of intensified heart-aching pain made him wail, whimper and sob.
