Midnight Rain

Chapter 14

                          You're the evening sky

             You're my morning love

"Tin, have some fruits, it's healthy and fresh. I grew them for you." Mr Tul tried to feed his son for the nth time. His son, who was in a state of complete loss denied anything but alcohol down in his system. Six months. Six months had passed already.

No signs of Gun. Not a single word from him. He had completely gone away. Disappeared from their lives. Everyone but Mrs Ratchanee was anxious, she believed her son will eventually come back. Tin was right her opposite. He was devastated.

All his life, he never had someone he could call his own. Someone who would wait for him to come back home. Someone who was his home. Not until he met Gun. He became his sole comfort. His only concern. His only thoughts. And now that he was no longer with him, the last strands of sanity that desperately held him together were letting loose.

He lived nothing but like a robot. He didn't eat or drink properly. All he did was work and work. It was the closet he felt to Gun. When he worked. In the desk where he would spend most of his time with Gun, he worked there endlessly, tirelessly, with no return. The employees were more and more scared. Their boss was turning into a lunatic. A new project, big or small, came pouring in everyday. They helplessly tore off their own bodies to meet the demands of their boss. However they could never compare to the secretary he so much trusted

"Tin, if you be like this and Gun comes to find you, he'll only feel miserable, don't you think? When he comes back, he must be happy, happy to see you in a good state." Tul tried to convince him with the same words again and again but his son simply sat on the bed he used to share with Gun and tirelessly tapped on the keyboard paying his father no mind.

Mr Tul heaved out a heavy sigh. Feeding him a few spoonfuls of meal was tiring already and now feeding him some fruits was even more hard. In the end of the day, his son will still indulge in alcohol like he did everyday.

"Then.... I'll leave it here. When you have the heart to eat it, you can eat it. I'll go pick up your grandfather. He has an appointment at the hospital in an hour. But Tin, don't throw it away. If I come to find it uneaten, I'm going to shove it down your mouth." Mr Tul said to his obviously ignorant son. He heaved out a heavy sigh for he didn't know how many times this day. "I'll go now. Remember to eat it"

Mr Tul was getting old. Now the stress made him even older. His wife like his son, had become a workaholic, and he haven't seen her for nearly a month and his father was onto the last stages of his life. Despite leaving her behind, Mr Tul still couldn't help but check up on his wife time to time and he made sure to visit Tin daily. If only Gun had come back.... He thought as he drove away.

Even after his father left Tin still sat on his bed. He was onto his fifth project of the week. Sending samples and preparing presentations. It was nearly night now. The sun had already set and the room had started to darken. He couldn't catch the side of the photo hung in the wall parallel to the bed. His mind felt uneasy when he didn't see Gun's face.

So he went to the table below the picture and lit the dim light. The complete dark room was now glistening with faint light. Tin sat on the bed and looked around. This room was the biggest in his house. When he first bought the house, Gun couldn't help but admire this room's beauty. It oversaw the beautiful garden in the back with huge glass windows and airy space. Tin couldn't help but feel sad. Gun always searched for spaces that were free. Was he that much tired of being suffocated. All the while Tin was completely unaware.

With his thoughts clouded by Gun and Gun only, he had spent these six months in complete pain. In his heart he wanted to believe Gun would come back but he couldn't help but feel extreme fear and anxiousness. What if he never comes back? What if he forgets about me? What if he moves on? What if he doesn't love me anymore?  With those thoughts he grabs the bottle in the bedside table and gulps down the strong alcohol in a few chugs.