Prem stumbled back to his apartment, and the whole person is still in a trance. Everything that had happened between him and Boun these days seemed like a dream.
He picked up the phone on the bedside table and switched it on. Ignoring other endless news, just entered Boun's name in the search engine and a short personal introduction was popped up, including his excellent life experience. Most of them are all the awards he won while studying at Harvard University, and even the photo above is the ID photo he took when he was at school eight years ago. Although it is only a few lines of words, the labels given to him are almost always excellent, genius, low key and so on...
Prem was a little depressed. It turned out that the man who used to stand in front of him was so excellent, and he not only hurt him, but also hurt himself...
He remembered what he said when he left his house.
"Go, don't show up in front of me again from now on."
"Don't show up in front of me again."
"Don't show up again."
He was curled up, tears streaming down uncontrollably, Prem didn't understand.
What kind of feelings he had for him. He is gentle and domineering, and he is not only intoxicated with his gentleness, but also obsessed with his domineering. But that night in New York, why did Boun appear in his bed and he hurt him.
Prem's mind is very messed up now. The memories of that night a year ago and that night in Sin City are fragmented into pieces, which constantly impacting his brain, mixed with Boun's lustful eyes and gentle voice in his memory, he was about to breakdown.
One thing he realized was that he couldn't help falling in love with Boun.
A year ago, he and Boun had an accidentally make love all night.
A year later, Boun approached him and took revenge on him.
His love is born of pain, born of desire, born of darkness, born of Boun's hatred....
Prem sat by the balcony window for a long time, until his body was stiff and cold, and he moved slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking, maybe it was the past or the future.
The phone had been ringing for a long time before Prem walked over with heavy steps.
"Prem!! You finally turned phone on? What the hell is going on with you, where have you been these few days! The phone is turned off, the person is not at home, and the college is not going. If you hadn't texted me before, I would really going to call the police!!" As soon as the phone was connected, there were questions one after another. Prem was too tired and didn't want to say anything at all, but he was really in mess. Maybe he's confused of the situation now and needs a bystander to see everything for him...
"James, I just got home, can you come to my house to find me."
"What's wrong with you Prem? There's something wrong with your voice, I'll come over now."
"I'm fine, let's talk about it when you come, I'll wait for you."
Prem hung up the phone and stared blankly at the dark night sky outside.
= Twenty Minutes Later =
James, as Prem's best friend since childhood, naturally had the key to his apartment, he hurriedly opened the lock, but saw Prem sitting motionless on the floor in the bathroom, the shower was on, poured on his face, head, body...
"What's wrong, Prem? Get up, you'll get sick like this."
Prem looked up at James with red eyes.
"James, you're here." His voice was hoarse, as if he had cried.
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Fanfiction"If you don't come out alive, I-I will like other people, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, it's not you. Are you very angry? If you are angry, you are not allowed to leave me and look at me for the rest of your life, okay." "Prem, please...
