Second lead 》

chapter 18

Kongpob watched as type began to walk away, his tears rolling down his cheek, he didn't want this, couldn't they just be friends?

"Type! Can we just not be friends?" Kongpob yelled, wanting him to stop

"It's very cruel of you to ask me that, sutthalik" type yelled back, still walking

Kongpob felt weird in his stomach, the name sounded foreign, was it ending? Really? Like this?

Nonetheless, kongpob didn't stop him anymore, he was leaving and maybe for the best, he didn't want to make it any harder, for type
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"Type, leave" john said

"To where?" Type asked confused

"Back to Thailand, away from us, away from the pain caused by Sam, save your mum" john replied

Type fell quiet at his words, what was this about? How could he abandon everything here? How could he let go of kongpob? His only ray of happiness

"For your mum" john repeated

Type blinked a few times, as if registering his words in a better way, his mum, he had to save her

"Good for you, isn't it? Push me away with the help of my own weakness" type mumbled

John leaned back in his chair, before throwing an envelope on the table in front of him

Type glanced at it before he lift it up, tickets, tickets to Thailand scheduled for three days after

"You are helpless type" john informed, sipping his tea

Type's hands turned into a fist as he held his head hung low, he was furious

"So, I win?" John asked
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Type was leaving, forever, all the way back to Thailand, for the better? For the worse? He didn't know

He had told his mum, she had agreed in a second, was she tired of life here? Type couldn't blame her either

He needed to inform kongpob, to give him a proper goodbye, but crying was not a part of his checklist and yet here he was

At the college entry path, the place he had met kongpob for the very first time, the air hitting his face as the tears rolled down

"Leaving?" Arthits voice sounded distant

Type turned around to find arthit walking his way with his hands behind his back and a smile playing on his lips

"Have you come here to hear a congratulations on your victory?" Type asked, wiping off his tears

Arthit shook his head, taking a seat beside type on the bench, placing the can of beers in between them

Type glanced at the cans before looking up at arthit with a questioning look

"I'm here because I heard you are leaving, a goodbye meet maybe" arthit replied shrugging his shoulders

Type chuckled sarcastically, holding up the can

"Isn't it funny how the Rojanapat household suddenly seems to care so much?" Type asked

Arthits eyes softened

"Type, I'm sorry" arthit said

Type's hands on the can stopped in place

"I should have said this sooner, I know, but now is better than never, I'm sorry" arthit said

"No, you arent" type replied, as if convincing himself

Arthit didn't reply, instead he just stared at type with nothing but guilt and sincerity in his eyes

"How could you do this to me? Was it fun? Kicking me around? Insulting my mum? Favouring your perfect parents? Breaking my already broken toys?" Type yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks faster

Arthit didn't reply as he stood up too, trying to get a hold of type

"I have no memory of my childhood, not the ones I would like to, and it fucking hurts!" Type yelled at the top of his lungs

Arthit had his own eyes brimming with tears by now as he pulled type into a hug, who surprisingly made no effort to pull away, instead he rolled up into arthit, as if he needed this, he needed to be embraced

"Why, why p?" Type mumbled

"I'm sorry nong, I really am" Arthit replied, his own voice breaking

I purple you 💜