One always remembers their firsts.
The first crush, the first kiss and the first-time sex.
What about the first heartbreak?
When all the firsts are centred around one person is it easy to erase them from the memories?
That's why it hurts so much to...
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~ Past ~
"Was I too harsh on her?"
Mile slurred, leaning against the windshield of his car, his hair limp and falling over his face to veil his brooding eyes.
Apo drove him around the dark streets for more than an hour, with ear-splitting heavy metal music blaring off the car speakers. The other man didn't utter a word the entire drive but drank can after can of beer which he had stored in his car.
When they stumbled upon a desolate park Mile finally asked him to stop.
"Come on, you can tell me." Mile urged, shaking his hair out of his eyes and turning to Apo who opted to lean against the side of the car instead of sitting on the bonnet. "You were there the whole time."
"Um..." Apo looked away from Mile's eyes, feeling difficult to maintain eye contact. "I don't know...." He stole a look at the man. "Maybe just a little bit?"
Mile sighed fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. Apo diligently watched him slap it against his ripped jeans-clad thigh, opened the flap and pulled one between his lips.
"I may not have loved her," He mumbled, lighting the stick. "But I was fond of her, you know." He dragged in a breath of smoke. "She was beautiful and so damn hot, we were incredibly compatible." He tilted his face up, exhaling smoke through his nose. "You don't always find a partner like that." He shot another glance at Apo. "Know what I mean, right?" He tapped the ashes against the side of an empty beer can.
Apo didn't know a damn thing about being with another person.
"She and I were a great fit. Like, it's really comfortable inside her, got it?" Mile fully turned to Apo, waving the burning stick around. Apo felt his cheeks colouring. Of course, the man was talking about sex. How would Apo know? He's still a bloody virgin. When Mile didn't get an answer he simply leaned back and stared up into the sky. "God, I'm so fucking tired, I could sleep for days." He groaned.
"Should we head back to the house then?" Apo asked checking his phone. "It's past one in the morning.
"Can't..." Mile slowly shook his head. "Those parties don't end until ghostly hours of the morning. Besides, if I go there now, I would hook up with some girl and by the next morning I would have a new girlfriend." Mile chuckled throwing his head back. "I wanna fucking enjoy my singlehood for a few days."
Few days? Apo thought. So that's the life of Great Mile Phakphum. If the man was a blinding flame, all the beautiful girls constantly hovered around him were like moths which ultimately got burned one by one. Yet, girls still flocked around him waiting for their turn to be the next girlfriend. He didn't know whether to envy or pity the man.
