Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Protect the one you love [4]

Ok, hear me out.
I know i said this would be the last chapter.
But... It just ended up being longer than i expected ok? Not my fault.
I'm not even going to say the next chapter is going to be the last because that depends on how long it turns out to be.
In the meantime, enjoy!

10 months later:

Phayu's pov:

I stretched my back and arms as i straightened up.

I've been working on this bike for the last 2 hours and finally finished it.

I rubbed my nape which was sore from bending over for 2 whole hours.

Not done yet.

I turned the bike on and revved it up.

A satisfied smile formed on my face when there were no odd sounds or anything out of the usual.

It's working perfectly again.

That's done then.
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When I went to the front p'Aom was there at the register.

I put the bike keys on the counter.

"This one is good to go." I smiled, sliding it to him.

"Good work today." He smiled back as he took them.

I nodded. "I'll get going then."

"Khrab." He nodded as well.

I grabbed my things and went out of the garage, heading to my car.
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I slumped onto the bed after getting to my room at home.

I have to go to a meeting with p'Pakin and the others in 4 hours.

I still have time so i can get some rest before getting ready.

I exhaled deeply as i rolled onto my side, facing the head of the bed.

My gaze automatically went to the small rack on the side.

There was a pair of hoop earrings hung on it.

All too familiar earrings.

It's already been 10 months since i left him in that hospital room.

10 whole months without talking to him or seeing him.

Pai said he suddenly switched to online classes and moved out of his house a month after that day.

He said he didn't tell anyone where he was moving to. Just said that he'll be back.

I know he's doing well since Pai said he texts Sky every now and then.

So that's one good thing.

Me on the other hand...

Every day has been the same. Just work, eat, and sleep.

Everything is bland without him by my side.

Nothing feels worth doing.

I pushed myself up and reached out, taking the earrings into my hand.

I found these a day after i returned his things to his house.

I couldn't bring myself to give them back.

I wanted to keep something of his with me. I couldn't keep him so i at least wanted something that belonged to him.

I tried to give it back. I really did. But i couldn't.

It's such a small thing. He probably didn't even notice it.

But it's all that's keeping me going.

This small object has become my only solace from my bland life.