Love Between You & Me

Cherishing The Present

After sooooooo loooooongggg!!! A filler

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....How stupid I was ! I should have been less stiff and stubborn. Should have broken rules and not follow whatever shit load of crap coined as social codes one has to follow if they want to be part of this society of humans. He should had been less grouchy, made more friends, spent more time with them, created much more memories instead of running around the clock to complete some dumb 100 pages assignment on some nonsense topic, researched more about what I truly want what makes me happy in lieu of those crappy thesis. Should had told Ming how much I love him and wish to spend my whole life with him. Should not had let him gotten away.....I should had done everything I wished to, instead of procastinating it for some other time and getting rid of my duty comes first attitude......ugghhh!!.....Phoenix coughs, his head, torn and bleeding, covered in dried black spots, lolling  to the side. More blood sipped out of his battered and sliced lips. One of his eyes is completely black and swollen, other barely open. His feet tied to the legs of the chair, his hands secured behind his back, binded by the cord, slashing and digging the veins running around his wrist....is this how am going to die? Alone, sliced open, dumped in a dark stingy hole, with nails ripped apart, flesh putrescencing and stinking like a carrion....WAY TO GO PHOENIX!!!...The male, if possible, would had laughed at himself in mocking. Once leader of Thailand's scariest abd deadliest team; at the moment, is nothing more than a lump of broken bones and tattered muscles, cut open beyond repair. The man knows that he is beyond saving. Even if his team members search for him, by the time they would find him, he would be just a block of rotten tissues. He is not afraid of dying. He is trained for this. Thanks to all the torture he had gone through in the name of hardcore training, he is numb to the physical ache. He has grown accustomed to detaching his brain to get away from the burn and sting caused by the bodily harm. It is just now that his end is glaring back at him, looming over his head like an omnious cloud, his heart is taking him back to all those joyous moments of his life. When life was not hard. Everything is so simple and real. Reminding him of all those precious moments he has wasted over chasing a criminal in exchange of spending it with his family.....with his friends....with his lover....Making him regret each occasion when he has downrght refused the invites.....Life seriously has a way to fuck you over and question your each and every decision....

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"Mom!!"

Kongpob pushes the door open in one go, calling out for his foster mother only to met with loud popping of balloons, shimmering confetti falling over his face, cheers and applauds.

"Happy birthday !!!!"

Stunned, the young man stares at his foster family, dressed in their finest clothes, grinning. His father, looking dashing in his chocolate brown tuxedo, holding a cake, a single candle litting The whole house decorated with balloons and lights.

"Dad? Mom? What is all this? You said, you said...", Kongpob sobbed, tears freely falling off his cheeks as he squats down on the floor, hiding his face as he cries.

"Oh dear!!", Sandra hurries to her younger one's side as her husband switches on the lights. The house instantly bathing in light, showcasing the splendid decorations of ballons and flowers alongside christmas lights. Beam and Forth sharing looks of concern and regret. They should not had collaborated with their mother when she proposed her idea to surprise Kongpob on his birthday.

The old woman heart sinks. She had known that lying to the later is wrong but what could she had done. Whenever she asked the other to visit them, Kongpob would make up excuses. Especially when his birthday is around the corner.

Kongpob felt himself engulfed in the same warmth, as arms surrounded him. His foster mom has this soothing aura which always calms down his agitated self.