This Song Is Called You.

42. The end.

Life did not go on for Vegas. He was constantly living the scene, Tankhun's scream on the phone. The world loses its colors, madness invades the spirit of Vegas...

"Here, taste this!" said Pete's grandmother, stuffing a piece of spicy seaweed into the man's mouth. "If your heart is sad, fill your stomach first, you can become stronger after eating a lot."

Vegas thanked the lady, feeling his throat burn, he really couldn't stand the spicy food, but this time he could pretend those tears were from the chili... He got up, sniffled and walked along. from the beach, under the compassionate gaze of the old lady.

He looked at the horizon, this immense expanse of water, Pete had forbidden him to approach the water, he was afraid that Vegas would drown voluntarily, but he didn't want to die.

It was useless, he was already dead inside.

By losing his little brother, Vegas was dead.

A living dead.

He was just a broken man, wandering the world, still searching with his gaze but never finding what he had lost.

"What's up Pete?" Vegas asked, picking up his call.

"...Are you okay ?"

"...Now that I hear your voice, yes."

Vegas heard Pete laugh, and unconsciously he felt his lips twitch. He looked up at the rumbling sky, like a reflection of his feelings and he listened to Pete telling him about his evening.

"... food and you see he started crying, I think everyone did it actually, but then Nong Prince jumped in the pool, when he can't swim, so everyone started to freak out, I even thought that Khun Kimhan was going to have a cardiac arrest from stress! I bet he have some white hair now...They all look happy. I wish you were here, they aren't mad anymore Vegas. You could come..."

"Hum."

"...I know...just saying... I miss you."

''I miss you too."

Pete laughed again, recounting his memories with such relief that Vegas could only listen with a nod, then frown.

"...wait...Who is Nong Prince?"

"Ah..." Pete paused, as if disturbed. "I believe...Porchay and Kim adopted him."

"I see..."

Pete ended the call, he had to catch his plane back. So Vegas once again let his gaze drift over the waves, the cold air rushing into his lungs, and in anger he threw his phone on the ground.

"DAMN IT! why why why why..."

Vegas fell to his knees, pulling his hair, he was a mixture of screams and drooling, tears and snots...Screaming his rage, and his anger...Why everyone seemed able to live normally when he had lost the one thing that had made him happy? Why did everyone seem to have forgotten about Macau...? it wasn't fair. This doomed family had taken everything from him. It was painful just to breathe.. but they were moving on, getting married, adopting brat... Why ? How could people be happy ? Why couldn't Vegas be happy ?

Porchay, that fucking kid, he had confused Porsche so much, if he hadn't intervened... If he had remained wisely a kid while being a good friend for Macau. If only...if only Porchay died in spite of Macau.

"....And now you are father? Don't make me laugh. You couldn't even save him !" in spite of himself Vegas burst out laughing, he was talking to himself, getting up pathetically, his heart dark.

He left again, passed Pete's grandfather, who gave him a kind smile, and Vegas tried to hide appearances, he went up to the bedroom he shared with Pete. Searched in his suitcase and found his favorite little gun, bringing back memories, sad and tortured.

He didn't hesitate before folding his belongings in a suitcase, slipping his pistol to his waist.

"Grandmother, I have to take a boat to reach the nearest town, don't I?"

"Oh, yeah, why? You want to pick up Pete? We can come with you, son."

"No, it's ok, I can go by myself."

"OI....but Pete want us to watch over you..."

Vegas smiled, he looked down, and back to the couple :

"I am sorry, I can take care of myself. I don't need people to watch over me. I will go now, thank you for everything... Thank you for letting Pete staying by side, I can finally let him go back to you... You are genuinely kind people, I will never forget your affection."

Vegas bowed to them, he took his bags and luggage, went straight to the exit. He didn't glance back, not wanting to see the look of sadness in those eyes.

He went for the beach, searching the next boat, he had left a simple note on their bed for Pete. In English... Vegas had written:

I don't want to become the satan...But I am.

[ Well well my dears readers,
Here we are,
At the end of our story,
What do you think about this volume 2 of I Want You To Stay ?
Was it not as good ? Too sad maybe :) ?
Hahah I wanted to show a more mature side of our Kimchay...
I must think of some extra but I think I will do one for our SeaNine story, are you up for it haha ?
Also..this is the end of volume 2,
But where do you think Vegas is going ? 👀 !

Well, see you soon all, I love you deeply, your dear writer Kam.]