Lost Gift

Epilogue

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"BANG"

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Kinn woke up panting and dripping from sweat. He sat up as he lean on the headboard. He started to rub his temples, trying to ease the pain caused by the same dream that hunts him almost every night. It always frightens him for it seems so real.

Every Time he pulls the trigger to kill himself and he wakes up again..He looked at his watch, it was only 5 in the morning but the space beside him was already empty, cold and neat. As if no one really slept there.

"Po.."

"Baby.."

Kinn panicked..Where is he..Where is his love..

"Porsche?" He looked around to see any traces of the young man but can't find any. He runs to the bathroom but found nothing.No.no..its should be a dream..Please be a dream..

'No! No! No! It's only a dream. Please it's only a dream! ' He started to panic. He rushed outside the room checking other rooms, the rooms Porsche spent doing his artistic work.. but no one was there. He was getting crazy; he doesn't want to believe that everything was real. He leaned on the wall supporting himself, and the pain in his head started to worsen.

What is actually a dream and what is reality?

The sound of the stove being turned on, the sizzling sound of bacon being fried and the beating of an egg on a bowl woke him up from his devastation.

Slowly Kinn walked towards the kitchen. His heart beat faster and faster every second he approached the door of his lover's heaven. He caught his breath looking at the back of a young man, the prettiest man he has ever seen. who was enthusiastically moving from one side to another side of the kitchen.. Putting a little something to this and that. The smile of satisfaction, when he tasted what he cooked, lost every control Kinn had.

Kinn runs towards Porsche and wrapped him around the lean body tightly. He buried his head on the neck of the actor inhaling his addictive scent. Porsche always smells great..

"Kinn! I'm cooking!" Porsche was surprised; he tried to wiggle out from the arms that are protectively clinging to him. "Kinn., Let go." Porsche protested but Kinn only tightened his arms. That's when Porsche realized how hard the older man was trembling. Porsche can feel the rapid heartbeat from the chest on his back.

Porsche sighed. "Did you dream again Kinn?" There was no reply. Porsche put down his spatula and leaned closer to Kinn's chest. He let his hands wander over the strong arms of the man, trying to calm him.

Porsche knew that the dream has something to do with what happened years ago. He never thought that it would affect Kinn to the point of having a distressing nightmare.

"It's all past...Kinn..let the bygone be bygones.."

"You should let it go.."

Porsche continuously whispers softly but how can Kinn forget the things he has done?