Our Story

Chapter 2

13 years old: 

Forth's pov: 

"Wake up!" I was woken up by the shouting from a familiar person as the first rays of sunshine came in through the closed curtains.

I groaned and pulled the duvet over my head. 

"Forthie! Wake up!" But then it was yanked off of me. 

I glared at the person sitting on the bed beside me. "Pha it's so fucking early in the morning. Even the sun barely woke up. Why do you need to wake me up at this time?" 

"Mom made me get up and go to the temple today." He pouted. 

"And that has anything to do with me because..." I frowned. 

"You think I'm going to let you sleep peacefully when I'm wide awake?" He grinned. 

I groaned at that and buried my face in the pillow. 

"Come oooonnn... I want to go to the lake! It's going to be so pretty at this time!" He shook me. 

"Ok fine!" I sighed in resignation and sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Yayyy!" He squealed excitedly bouncing in place on the bed. 

I stretched my back and arms as i got off the bed and stood up. 

.......... 

"So what happened this time?" I asked after we sat down on the grass with our legs in the water at the lake behind my house. 

He looked down at his lap while biting his lips. 

"Pha." I called him sternly. 

He took a deep breath and looked at me with a sad expression. 

I sighed and pulled him to lay his head on my shoulder. 

"Did something happen with mama again?" 

He nodded slightly. "It was my fault..." 

"What did you do?" I asked. 

"She said she feels lonely because I rarely ever smile or talk with her like I do with you. She feels as if i don't love her." He fiddled with his fingers. 

I nodded. 

One thing about Pha is that he's horrible at expressing emotions to people other than me. 

We don't know why I'm an exception. 

And it's not like he doesn't want to express emotions in front of others. 

He just finds it really difficult to do it for some reason. 

Our parents try to be as understanding as possible but sometimes these kinds of conversations happen that make him feel really down and doubt himself. 

"Is something wrong with me?" He asked in a small voice. 

"Nothing is wrong with you. Don't you remember how so many psychiatrists and doctors already said there's nothing wrong with you?" I shook my head. 

"Yeah, but... I can express my emotions just fine with you... But i can't seem to do it with other people... Something must be wrong with me..." I could feel my shoulder getting wet from his tears. 

"It's just how you are. You can't help how you are, Pha. And mama knows that as well." I patted his head gently.

"Mmm..." He turned to face me and wrapped his arms around my waist burying his face in my shoulder.