All Of Your Sides

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"Where was he ?"

''His bodyguard founded him in an old coal factory...''

''What the fuck ?''

Tankhun sighed lowering his head.
Doctor Top passed a warm, comforting hand on the Elder Theerapanyakul's shoulder.

''Don't worry, he is fine...Does Porsche still taking pills for his depression?''

''Of course, that damn ai'Kinn doesn't let anyone forget, it's Porsche, Porsche, Porsche...Even Pa would like to be deaf so he wouldn't hear him talk about Porsche anymore!'' sighed Tankhun.

He walked along the long white hallway, Kimhan's room was next to the rooms for the children.
It was less depressing, Tankhun liked the drawings of blue butterflies and blue flowers painted on the walls.
At least, there were some colour in this fucking white hospital.

"Khun No?" Arm sat up from his chair yawning.

''He's awake!'' muttered Pol while eating a snack.

Tankhun clenched his fists.
He slowly entered the room and crossed his arms.
Each books he had been reading to Kim were still on his small table. But today, he didn't want to read.

''Little brother.''

Of course, Kim didn't answer him.
He hardly ever spoke. The loss of young Porchay Kittisawasd had...disturbed him too much.
Honestly, it was an heartbreaking moment but facing the consequences was much harder for those who didn't left.

''Ai'Kim...You can't go out like that anymore without warning...Last time we found you in a mountain, now in a factory...So go to a cemetery next time! Stupid little brat !'' growled his older brother.

Kim's gaze was as if he was absent, there was no longer any light in it.
He was alive...but it was as if he were dead inside.
Sometimes madness made him do or say strange things.
No one could understand Kimhan's behaviour anymore.
He was broken.

''I don't understand.... How all this could happen...'' whispered Tankhun taking his little brother's hand. ''I am sorry for yelling at you...I am just under too much stress okay ?''

A picture in a small frame caught his eye.
It was Porchay and Porsche smiling at the camera.
Kinn must have come to see Kimhan earlier that morning....It was so sad.
Sometimes, Tankhun would simply stare into the void, hoping for the time to heal his family...But each time, things were getting more cruel.

''Kim. Porchay is gone. You know...You know he's dead.'' whispered Tankhun in his little brother's ear, stroking his hair gently. ''Kim...Porchay is gone, can you hear me ? You don't have to go out and try to find him anymore...He isn't here. He is...No more.''

He laid his head against Kimhan's shoulder, heartbroken.
Porchay Kittisawasd....had been hurt too much by life.
Now Kimhan also had the same kind of injury on his arm.
They both were bonded. From life to death...This two idiots shared the same injury.

"Don't do this anymore okay? You worry me when you leave like that... My poor heart is in pain too, alright ?!''

Someone came in, and an old man with a cane walked over to the bed.
Korn was getting older and less dangerous as time goes by.
He was now dealing with his poor son's condition.

"He's not listening to you, Tan..."

“I know but...I don't know what to do anymore! Paaa...” Tankhun shouted as he stood up.

He threw himself into his father's arms and began to cry.
It was too difficult.
Everything had become too difficult since Porchay's death.

''Calm down...I'll stay watch over him...So go and rest.''

Korn led his son out of the bedroom and took his place at Kimhan's bedside.
He took his hand gently and looked at the deep cuts:

“You know...Nong Porchay...He didn't die because he cut himself.... So stop it, okay? Kim, he wouldn't like to see you in such state...He left this world because we failed to protect him."

Kim was calm, as if he was listening, but it was impossible to tell.
Kimhan was like a wall : you couldn't see any expression on his pretty face.
Korn sighed, he tossed a long lock of his son before whispering:

''You can hate Pa, my son....Pa didn't know. He didn't know how much you loved this child. I can't make him come back...But I won't lose you too.''

Nothing his father could say would have healed Kimhan's broken mind.
His soul had been shattered to piece.
The day he had lost Porchay was the day he had lost his own life.

''I know you are waiting....Only waiting for him.''

Korn got up, looking tired.
He was really feeling bad, he had never wished to see his own blood in so much pain.

Pain.
Pain was the only friend of the Theerapanyakul's family.

[ Last photo of our Kittisawasd brother ]