CHANCES

"we met again"

Porchay is coming back from Hollywood, took a break from his singing career just to take care of some matters for the minor family. His brother Porsche, did not tell him of what is coming for him. The only thing that Porchay knew is that he is going to attend some business meetings just like he always does when he is still in America.

"What? You cannot pick me up?"

He is already at the departure area, waiting for his Hia to pick him up. He has three luggage with him, all full of his clothes; his guitar on his back; and a handbag with his personal belongings.

"But I'm waiting for you for almost two hours Hia." He whinned on his phone. Why is his brother always like this? Cancelling on the last minute.

"I'm sorry Chay. But I need to take mom out for shopping." Said by the person on the other line.

Porchay cannot argue more. The brothers cannot say no to their mom's request and wishes even some of it seems impossible to do.

He ended the call sighing with disappointment. But what concerns Porchay the most are the people inside the airport. Well, what is new all about it? After pursuing music for four years, he is now one of the most promising singers abroad. His song "Why Don't You Stay" hit the charts and had millions of views in just an hour.

He groaned while going to the taxi bay. I shouldn't have brought many clothes, he thought. But his brother told him to stay for a week and Porchay is such a killer when it comes to fashion. All clothes that he wears always look good on him. Well, it must be the genes.

The very idea of him being back in Thailand just hit him while looking through the window of the cab he hailed. Seven years already has passed but it feels like yesterday for him. The scenery, the noise, the atmosphere, the traffic, the air is all the same for Porchay. It was nostalgic; almost like he didn't stay in America for too long.

The car stopped and Porchay's eyes caught the attention of an LED Ad in a bus stop and memories started to flood inside his head. His heart started beating fast, almost like it wants to jump out of his chest.

It was WIK. The singer whom he admired. The singer who made him pursue music as his career. The singer who tutored him while studying. The singer who made him feel butterflies on his stomach. And the singer who broke his heart.

He was lost in thoughts right now; not knowing that he is already at his destination, the Theerapanyakul Mansion. It was the same sight. Bodyguards, stationed in their post rendering their duties, are all standing beside the two big doors of the house.

Porchay heaved a heavy sigh. Battling him self if he's gonna go inside or leave and go this old apartment near his former university.

Honestly, he doesn't want to come back because it will definitely bring back memories. Memories that will surely hurt him once more. Memories, once made him happy but now, killing him slowly every day. Memories that he wanted to forget but at the same time, wants to cherish it forever.

"Khun Porchay, Khun Kinn is waiting for you inside."

He walked past the guard, ignoring him. He just arrived at the main family house and the first thing he would do is to report to Kinn.

After his brother Porsche became the head of the Minor Family, Porchay insisted on studying abroad. He wanted to be as far away as possible because he needed to. He cannot live under the same roof with the guy who lied to him, used him and shattered his heart into pieces. He cannot stomach the fact that he is breathing the same air with him. Porchay built a wall; a wall that protected him for the past seven years. It was a wall made of hate and anger; feelings that Porchay carried for years.