Believe Again

CH 24: The End.

I'm still alive!!!!!!

How've you guys been?

Anygaysssss!!!!!! Let's get this over with, yeah?

- Wannie

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"Guppie! Mewie!" Tharn called, delighted to see the elderly couple sitting on the couch. It had been years since he had seen them. The last time he had seen them was on his wedding day but only for a brief meeting as they had to return back to Australia soon, given Arthur's deteriorating health. And after that the elders had gotten busy with their lives and Tharn with his own.

"Tharn, how has my baby been?" The shorter male walked forward, ruffling his hair and pulling him in his embrace. "Alive and breathing still," Tharn chuckled, having his head kissed by the man. "Don't talk like that!" Type hissed painfully from beside him, making Tharn immediately turn all his attention to him. Tharn pulled him close and wiped his tears away, "Hey, no more crying... I didn't mean it in a bad way, kitten." Type nodded, burying his head in his husband's chest.

"Kitten, why don't you go and wash up? You look so tired," Tharn kissed the back of his hand, resting their foreheads together. Type pulled back, not answering him and moved to Ceder to take Max from her. "I'll carry him. Show me the way," the girl smiled at him and Type had no arguments left. He led Ceder and Sarawat upstairs as they carried his two babies.

"So, what happened at the hospital?" Thorn asked, sighing. Champ was clinging onto his chest, sobbing sleepily. "First tell me what happened to Champ," Tharn asked, settling down beside his brother and patting Champ's head. Ceder huffed, guilt pooling her orbs, "He blames himself for this accident. He's been crying saying that he should have gone with them. That he could have protected them from this accident. Are they fine, though? The older men, whoever they were." Everyone's eyes cast to Tharn, waiting for an answer. Pharm shook his head in disbelief, We always were so ready and so aware so we don't lose anyone again... And now we lost them in the same way as... I'm so sorry, P'Dean, I failed to protect our family. "They... They died. It's a planned accident just like the one fifteen years ago. But it can't be those bastards this time. We ended them five years ago!" Tharn groaned, trying to figure out any loophole he might have left. But there was none he could find. "HOW?!" Thorn yelled, just as frustrated as his little brothers. "Knock died on the spot of blood loss. Korn was heavily injured, he died at the hospital. He had clear signs that he had fought someone off. Type and Wat are acting like dead since they saw him die," Tharn closed his eyes, a tear rolling down his face.

I promised him he'd never have to cry again...

"Those two boys seem like they can't cope with it yet..." Gulf sighed, getting closer to his husband who combed his fingers through his hair. "Also, Phawattkun died of a heart attack today," Tharn added. "What? They lost all their blood relatives..." Pharm hissed a scoff at himself. He felt even more terrible than he ever had. He could not help but feel all the guilt creep up to his heart and haunt his decision of letting them go and not asking them to just stay and watch the match together at home with everyone else. He felt like complete trash.

"Phi..." they heard a soft, afraid voice come from behind and Tharn could not help but get up and wrap his arms protectively around him like vines. "Are you feeling better after a shower? Where's Wat?" he kissed his head and Type smiled softly at him. At least I still have you all... Type looked up at him with swollen eyes and a tired smile, "Already in bed with the kids. Can I sleep with them tonight?" Tharn tucked a strand of Type's hair behind his pretty ear and kissed it sweetly, smiling in comfort, "Of course, you can. You can do anything you like, love. There's no need to ask me." Nodding, Type asked his husband if they could sit down, his legs were hurting already from the whole match, and then the hustle at the hospital. Tharn sat back down and pulled Type on his lap.