Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Masked Greed [4]

Rain's pov:

Thankfully, the next two days were a weekend.

P'Phayu took leave for the days from the company and asked p'Saifah to cover for him at the garage.

We spent the whole two days in, just enjoying each others' company snuggling, watching movies, cooking - well he did the cooking while i watched. He wouldn't let me help even- and just talking about random things in general.

But of course, that came to an end on Monday.

I had to go back to classes and he had to get back to work.

Now as disappointing as it was, it wasn't really a problem.

Not really.

Not until we went to get in his car in the morning.

I thought i would be ok since i didn't have any nightmares for the last two days.

But i guess i was wrong.

Just the thought of having to get in the car brought my anxiety to the surface.

Those vivid memories were yanked to the front of my mind immediately as well.

I clutched my bag close to me and pursed my lips, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

I've been ok all these years after that accident...

But now, for some reason, i can't handle the thought of getting into a car?

Is their reappearance having this much of an effect on me?

All these years, I've been living, avoiding those memories and anything related to them as much as i could.

But now, their persistence is making that impossible for me.

And the effects of that are showing i guess...

"Rain?" I was pulled out of my thoughts when i heard p'Phayu's voice.

He was standing next to me, giving me a worried look.

"What's wrong? You look pale." He put a hand on my forehead.

I smiled shakily and shook my head. "I-it's nothing..."

"Don't lie." He frowned.

Of course.

"I... Can we take the bike today?" I asked softly.

He blinked.

"I'm just... I don't think i can handle being in a car..." I rubbed my nape, keeping my gaze averted.

"Ok." He nodded.

I blinked, surprised at how easily he agreed.

"Wait, really?"

"I'll go get the bike keys and helmet. Wait here." He patted my shoulder and went out of the garage.

He didn't even ask why...

A soft chuckle escaped my lips before i could stop it.

I wonder if I'll ever stop falling deeper for this man...
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"How are you going to campus?" He asked after i got off the bike infront of my house and took off my helmet.

I looked at my car that was parked in the driveway.

I could give it another try... But i most probably won't be able to do it...

"I'll just take a motorcycle taxi." I looked back at him.

He kept quiet for a second before straightening up and bringing the the bike closer to the wall, and parking it.