SPRING: That Brings...

05. When he finally lost him (II)

A/N: happy reading..

# Paras in Italic are the continuation of letter from previous chapter..

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General POV:

A little over two years ago, I realised my changing feelings towards you. And through that phase I got to know the ever so beautiful meaning of liking someone.

To experience being happy and cheery all along but with no apparent reasons.

Cause however bitter the after experience of a situation might be. Shouldn't we just live through it. Noting it as a lesson to have learned from and then when needed. Applying it to make the present better.

Beacuse maybe thats what I had been tring to do.

They say first love hurts. But to think of it now my feelings for you were more then just that. Something so much overwhelming and eye opening. That it somehow had managed to chase my years long of insecurities away.

As it had made me to feel safe all those time with you. That even the slightest thought of being away from you had me dying thousand deaths.

Making the emotional pain somehow physical. That not seeing you for a second had me gasping. And clasping, I am not sure on what to have my bearing intact.

But still there was this invisible thread, in a way connecting my existence to you. That itself sounds ridiculous to even being mentioned but in a way it is true.

Well weren't you the popular guy ever!?!

I had always appreciated your presence. That brought so much calmness to my unsettled soul. That I couldn't help admire your existence. Mostly your presence in my life.

To look upon someone so confident of himself. Like he owned the world with the way he carried himself.

My eyes have always looked for you in the crowd. Though it wasn't so hard anyway when your badboy persona made you stand out from most.

Those black fitted pants, half done shirts, combat boot, bed ridden hair, silver loops pierced through those flesh of yours ears and that pink sinful lip! Or the way you would stand as if scrutinising the world even for existing.

Well! Are you still the same or her presence had made you a mature man now? Uhh.. uhh... thinking of that hurts. So lets not go there as of now.

Loving you was never just about it. Cause the feeling it brought, was beyond anything else. I can't say for anyone but myself. And for a loner like me, it was everything. That I would have ever asked for.

Yet somehow it wasn't enough. Not even close to it.

Man! What had he done?

This was it. The very last of restrainment, Kongpob ever so diligently tried to hold on to. That slipped away sloppily through his staggering hold.

Cause as he read through the lines of the letter in his hand, he felt his heart to be clutched. Something imaginary squeezing the beating organ from inside the ribcage, that was supposed to be its protective barrier.

Just as he was expected to protect and cherish Arthit. But he had terribly failed. See the irony of shallow words and promises. That Kongpob couldn't help the pain gripping the last of his sanity. As he sobbed.

Not anymore sure if he still had the right to do so.

During the start of freshmen year in college, Arthit's parent had met a terrible accident. Resulting in Arthit being orphaned with no supposedly relative to take care of him.