Unrequited II F4 Thailand

On the brink...

"Nova Chanthira Sansithorn."

That's me

I look at my mom, who was shocked as I am, as well as Aunt Nai. My body starts to shake as soon as I feel a thousand eyes watching my every move. 

People around me turn to face me, and a whirlwind of commotion erupts. They start clapping and congratulating me, everything happening at a fast speed. After a while, their voices became muffled as my brain couldn't process anything. Suddenly, a hand gripped my wrist and pulled me out of the crowd.

I look at the back profile of this person and recognize the tall back of Renwarin Aira. "Let's give the lovebirds some space. Please continue enjoying yourselves." I hear the chairman say. He led me up the marble stairs, his pace was so quick I almost stumbled. He was enraged, and his grasp was becoming too tight. I winced as he practically shoved me into a dark room and closed the door.

I muster to keep my balance. I look around the room to see paintings scattered about, empty canvases, a splattered beige tarp covering the floor, and an assortment of paint cans, bottles, and brushes scattered around.

He leaned on the door, raking his hands through his hair as I awkwardly stood in front of him. I look at my wrist to see it is mildly pink from his grasp.

He releases a haggard breath as he looks at me with eyes I have never seen before. His eyes looked puffy and exhausted, my chest felt a heaviness as I witnessed him breaking down. "Did you have something to do with my father announcing the engagement," he said. Thunder rumbles outside of the room.

"Wh-what?"

He stands off the door and approaches me, "Did you have something to do with my father announcing the engagement." he snarled. My heart pounds in my chest as I nervously shook my head, "Ren, I didn't know he was going to say that, I swear." Lightning flashes through the window, revealing more of his frightening stature.

"You swear?" he snickered. He stopped in front of the side table, full of paint tubes and small cans. Ren haggardly let out a breath as he covered his face. His fists pound on the table as he screams, throwing everything on the floor. Red and black paint splatters on the ground, making me step back from the impact. My clothes had red splatters, but not enough to make them noticeable.

I look up in horror as Ren sobs, his hands covered in red paint. I stumble as I take a step back and accidentally kick one of his canvases. His head turned to me, and we met eye contact. His eyes were heartbroken. My eyes widened in shock, and my eye sockets were heavy with tears. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Ren, I don't agree with this as much as you do. If anything I want to go out and tell them it was against our wishes," I frantically rambled.

"You do huh? Ok," he says as he walks toward me and holds my wrist in his hand. His grip felt wet from the paint and tightened as I tried to stand my ground.

"Ow, what are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to tell them right? Let's do it."

We were near the door, and I try to twist out of his grasp. "Ren, you're hurting me."

Then, he twists around and throws my wrist out of his hold. I clutched it as I inspected the redness and inflammation beginning to show, covered by vibrant red. I looked up at him to see him staring at my wrist, and his fist and jaw clenched.

I rubbed my wrist and wiped away my tears, as he said, "I'm sorry." I didn't look at him or answer as he turned to leave the room. The door banged to close as I held my wrist against my chest, and fell to the floor–kneeled on the ground.