Me After You (Completed)

Chapter 8.5: Younger Son, Macau Theerapanyakul

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Excerpt from the Diary:

When I was born my father got mad drunk and destroyed the entire office. I heard rumors that he slapped my mother in the face right after giving birth and that was the last time he touched her. I don't know what made him so angry, apparently I wasn't good enough for him even on my birth day. From that moment on, all my father gave me was scars. I would like to remember mother, but her presence in my life is a big blank page. Vegas knows much more, and the loss of her took away a large part of his soul, so I suspect she was an important woman for him.

The moment I started to understand how the world works, I realized that nothing is free and what really has value is power. The power my father had over me. The power my uncle had over my father. Everything revolves around it. Power. The problem was, I didn't care about this in my life. It may sound childish, but all I wanted was family and because of this I tried my best to get my father's attention. Wasn't being the perfect student enough? I could start acting like a spoiled brat just for him to take care of me. But he ignored my existence.

Vegas was a lot like me. I saw how much he tried to please dad, how much he sacrificed just to hear a good word. Well, he never heard it and neither did I. How much can you crush your soul for another human being? I still wonder about it as I sometimes run my fingers over the scar on my wrist. How low can you fall by not having love?

I know, of course, that my brother loved me dearly, even if he didn't quite understand it. I guess it was hard for both of us to grasp the whole concept of "love" because we never fully experienced this feeling. How can you know how much you have lost if you don't know the real price? So we existed a bit like a zombies, shallow inside, pretending to be the perfect family outside. If only the walls of our house could talk, everyone would understand the horror we've gone through.

Then miracle happened. Miracle with a slender but strong body, chocolate, floppy hair, dark eyes and this huge, sunny smile. Pete. Pete showed up, and I suddenly realized what big gap there was between life without love and that with it. It's as if someone suddenly takes headscarf off your face and for the first time you are able to clearly see everything just how it is, but the problem occurred. I was already broken. Years of ignorance and silent hatred had created wounds in my heart that would not heal easily, so it was difficult for me to just understand that someone could love me for who I am.

Every day I work to heal all wounds. Life is strange, but I am beginning to see its advantages and learn about the sides that were previously hidden from me.

MACAU:

~~words written as this are in english~~

From the early morning I felt a constant shame. The moment I opened my eyes, the memory of my escape yesterday made me want to bury myself deep in the bed and never get out of it. All those thoughts related to love... I? In love? At first sight? I wanted to laugh at myself, but I felt so ashamed that it was probably better to forget about that event. I must have felt just weird yesterday to react like that. Maybe I ate something stale? That's for sure was the reason.