Our Love Story? [BrightWin]

Student of the year.

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"You see, I had some important work."

"What could be that important in the middle of the night, Bright?"

"Just something I was working on..."

Win kept looking at Bright for sometime before finally giving up, "You are not telling me anything, are you? Ofcourse not. Because there isn't a plausible reason why you couldn't be here today. You are just full of excuses, Bright. I— I don't know.." This time around Win was more disheartened than mad. This is an everyday story with Bright. He just dissapears unannounced. Can't he see that Win is trying so hard? He is trying so hard for both of them, but mostly for him.

"Anyways the work here is done. You can leave for now."

"Win.."

"You always end up hurting me. Do you enjoy making a fool out of me so much?"

"I didn't.."

"No Bright, not now. I am done here. I have alot to do."

And just like that he left.

"He is real mad this time." Bright slumps like a sad, lost puppy.

"Does he fake it all the other time?"

Bright glares at his asshole friend Boss.

"He came in pissed off, he left pissed off."

"So..?"

"So?! He never leaves pissed off! Like pissed off for real. Like from his heart. He is technically always pissed off at me, but, but this time that guy— that sweet little pie is pissed off. For real, I swear."

Boss pretended to understand it all. And Man, as he has a first hand experience in Opasimakajorn's brother did sympathise with Bright from the core of his heart. That is why Bright got a real tight hug from his two troublemakers. Although they stink. Bad.

Win is one lucky guy, Bright concluded.

Bright never stinks.

At least he assumes he doesn't.

Or maybe he does?

He needs to ask Win next time.

Win.

His Win.

Who is currently mad at him.

So mad.

And hurt.

"Guys..." Bright mumbles.

"My heart hurts."

"Are you not feeling well?" Man questioned.

"How many fingers am I holding?" Boss follows, showing 7 out of his ten fingers.

"Why is that even necessary here?" Man mused.

"He said he isn't feeling well.

Tell me Bright, does your toe hurt?"

Even through his friends bickering, which usually managed to put a smile on his face the President was still unable remove the heavy feeling from his heart.

"—thank you to our Political club for making this year's MUN another big success. Three years in a row now." The Dean said, very proud and fully pleased, finally concluding MUN 2021. Which was followed by a loud applause. This year's MUN was definitely something else—fresh and benefitting.