"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."
- Marcus Tullius Cicero
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"Date? Yes or yes?" Sing showed up at Janhae's house, grinning like sunshine.
Janhae giggled, pulling Sing inside she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, "where are we going?"
Sing smiled and pulled out two tickets showing them to Janhae, "how about we get a little bit of history in our system, darling?"
Janhae grabbed the tickets, her eyes wide and bright and her pretty smile adorning her beautiful face, "museum?"
Sing nodded, "The National Museum Bangkok."
Janhae looked at the tickets and then back at Sing, she cocked her eyebrow, "you and museums?"
"Do I not look nerdy enough?"
"Definitely not," Janhae laughed.
Sing shrugged, "museums are cool," he sneaked one of his hands around Janhae's waist, and pulled her closer, "and they are even better with my beautiful princess."
"Hmm, charming you are today," Janhae kissed Sing lightly and then a little bit more when Sing frowned and leaned in for more. "Alright, give me twenty minutes; I'll get ready."
"I'll watch some TV while I wait."
"Sure," Janhae nodded and ran up to her room.
Sing was at Janhae's house so many times that it was already like his home. He knew all ins and outs of the house so grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge and sitting down on the sofa, turning on the TV was something he didn't even have to actively think about, it was all in his muscle memory.
As he expected there wasn't much on TV so he settled on some random football match. After a couple of minutes of boring watching Sing was about to take out his phone when it started ringing. The phone lit up with a number that Sing didn't know. He narrowed his eyes, doubting whether he should pick it up or not but as the phone kept ringing and ringing he rolled his eyes and picked up the phone.
"Mr Harit? Here's detective Niran. Do you have a minute?"
Sing sat up straight, clutching the phone in his hand tighter. Why is that guy calling him? Sing knows for a fact that he did nothing illegal since Henry got him out. He kept it low just like he was told. And on top of it what the heck is wrong with police obsession to ruin Sing's dates with his girlfriend?
Sing sighed, "what is it about this time? I'm about to go on a date with my girlfriend."
"I'm afraid you will have to keep your girlfriend at home today, Mr Harit," the detective said but his voice sounded anything but worried.
"Why? Are you going to arrest me again for something else I didn't do?"
"You have to come to the police station now. There's something important to discuss."
