"Take your medicines on time and rest, you can maybe start walking with support, if it doesn't hurt you much" Kongpob explained, noting down the reports on his notepad
"Will you support me?" Arthit asked
"I will call your servants, they will be maybe take you outside to the backyard, have a quick walk there" kongpob replied, his eyes never leaving the notepad
"I don't want to go then" arthit said, looking away
"As you wish" kongpob replied before getting up and leaving the room
Arthit sighed, his eyes staring at the now closed door of his room, kongpob hasn't spared him a glance since the last two days and the last words he told him apart from the daily medical reports were the most hurtful words
"You are nothing to me, and I wish it remains the same in the future, I can never love someone like you"
Arthit's head fell back on the headboards as he closed his eyes, taking in the loneliness he suddenly felt since kongpob was under the same roof
Having him around him, but not being able to touch him, to hug him, to talk to him, to love him, to feel loved by him, it frustrated arthit to the core
He was trying his best, trying his best to bring kongpob to talk to him, to nag at him or show any sort if reaction, but the other was stubborn, like he always was
"Stubborn, are you planning to stay forever stubborn?" Arthit mumbled, as he felt his vision blurring due to the tears ____________________
Kongpob lay on his bed, facing the ceiling, several thoughts swimming in his mind, as he remembered the look on Arthit's face from the last two days again
How lost arthit looked, like a puppy wanting attention, Kongpob noticed how he kept staring at him while he checked his wounds, how he tried to maintain a conversation other than medicines and how he talked about them, the past them
Kongpob was in a denial, he no longer knew what was true and what wasn't, did he actually know arthit? Did arthit actually do that? Was Carlos just lying? Why did then kongpob leave him back then? Why didn't arthit try to stop him and prove himself innocent? Nor now, neither back then?
Kongpob felt his heart racing, was he really Arthit's boyfriend? Did the memories he lost included those three months? Was the accident related to any of these? And there was no definite answer to his questions
Tired of the thoughts running in his mind, kongpob decided to take a walk in the backyard, maybe a little fresh air would calm his mind and so he got off the bed
Opening the cupboard to get himself a cap because the sun was burning hot, Kongpob was about to close it shut when something in the corner caught his eye
Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he pulled out the what seemed like a photograph, a rather old one
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One look at the photograph and Kongpob felt his heart bear pacing, his heart seemed so ready to pop out, as his shaky fingers caressed the laminated picture
A sudden rush of emotions raced in his heart and he felt a piercing pain his head, a few things flashing in Hus mind at the speed of the lightning strike
"We...we took this at the photo booth" Kongpob mumbled, surprised at how he knew this himself
