short stories

Who are you? (Part 1)

It was last summer that I felt his presence. 

It was also that time that I heard such a fascinating and alluring voice. It felt like I was listening to  a sound that touched my insides and slowly healed me from within.

It was then that I also heard tiny sobs that shattered my heart to pieces. Weird. I don't even know you. I haven't even seen your face, yet why? why am I like this? 

Just....just who are you?

Boyd woke up from his slumber and touched his cheeks. He felt it was sticky and wet. He rub his fingers together and concluded he cried- in his sleep. 

It has been a month of nightmare. Before he thought it was just his dreams- an uncertain one. But it continued and showed the same scene all over. But last night was different, he saw a shadow of a boy- nope a man maybe? he can't distinguished because it was dark. 

The only thing he was sure was his voice. It was the same voice that haunted him. It was the same voice that elated him. It was the voice the broke him yet it was also the voice that made him whole.

He scrunched at his realization. This is getting weirder and weirder. Should I try to go talk to the Monks? Maybe I should visit the temple. With that, Boyd went to the bathroom and prepared for going out. 

It was scorching hot as Boyd made his way to the streets of Bangkok but he never paid attention to it. He dragged his body to the temple, showed his respect, prayed earnestly and thanked from the bottom of his heart.

It was a gift that once he was out he saw a familiar figure. " Pra Khun Chao!" Boyd called and he bowed as a respect.

"Oh! Nong!" replied the Monk.

"Ahmm." Boyd could feel some hesitation as he tried to open his mouth will he believe me? or think that I am crazy?!  but..here goes nothing. "Are you not busy? May I have a chat with you?!" Boyd uttered without minding his pounding heart. "I---" he tried to add some words but got cut off.

"I could sense that something grey is following you Nong, but it is not something to be afraid off. Remember to just follow the voice and it will lead to your fateful one!" At that time Boyd's heart pounded some more that he can even hear it, he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself but as he open his eyes, the monk is no longer beside him.

Follow the voice? what does it mean? Fateful one? Arrggghhh! I came here to cleanse and have answers. instead I got roped in with many questions again.

Boyd feeling defeated hurriedly went out from the temple and walked on the alley along the street of Bangkok. He wandered endlessly until the sun sets and soon the dark blanketed the skies.

His mind was awoken by the loud sound of music coming from a bar, soon the sound was accompanied by lyrics - a person is singing!. He looked up and walked in front and slowly his body tensed up yet his heart swelled from the feeling of elation. This is it! It's the voice!!!!!

WIthout thinking twice, Boyd entered the bar and he was greeted by flickering lights, changing from warm yellow to red and other colorful ones, yet his eyes got fixed on the stage as he was able to sight the figure sitting while singing his heart out.

Boyd blinked several times as he tried to remember again the silhouette as well as the sound. He is right. He's not wrong! this is the man that has given him nightmares for so long. Boyd closed his fist so tightly so he can control his desire to snatched the man and ask him many things- everything.

He chose a seat that is neither near nor far, just enough for him to have a view of the man's face. While sitting he could not fight the urge to close his eyes and savor the rhythm from the notes that dancing with the air and calmly entering his ears.

As he open his eyes, he got caught off guard because the man singing is also looking intensely at him! He felt the instant panic and slowly rising of his temperature and his heart pounding again.

Once their eyes met, it seemed like they were the only people in the world. He can only hear and see the person in front. The surrounding were blurred yet Boyd could clearly see the sadness, the loneliness, the exhaustion yet there was a spark of something in those eyes.

Something that Boyd could not name yet it made him smile too. Like a teenager in love for the first time- he looked silly.  The man's gaze left him and he felt instantly hollow inside. 

Boyd kept on looking at the man until he finished singing and is leaving the stage using the back part. Boyd stood up and with his gaze tried to follow him. He fell on his seat once he can no longer see what he wanted to see.

He sat there for a good while and eat foods without drinking any alcohol to his surprise a bottle has been put down followed by the most beautiful set of fingers he had ever laid his eyes upon.

He instantly look up and was stunned to see the man, that was just lurking in his mind in the flesh. Smiling at him! Boyd stood up! confuse as to what he should do.

"Haaa...hi!" finally he can utter a word!

"Hi! Is this your first time here?" the man replied and he is now sitting on one of the chairs. Boyd didn't think twice, he sat down again.

"Ahh.. how..how do you know?" Boyd shyly answered. Indeed, this is his first time.

"Your face." huh? what about my face? surprise by the answer, Boyd look at the man.

"What about my face?" Boyd asked.

"I haven't seen your face here and I have been working here all the time. Chopper is the name by the way!" hmmmm... chopper? Chopper! so that his name. Sounds cool, just like him.

"Ahhh.. I see. Boyd is my name!" he replied. 

Chopper drank on his bottle while murmuring something, only he heard. "I know your name...." 

"Huh? did you say something?" Boyd asked.

"No, but would you like me too?!" Chopper is openly teasing him, yet Boyd's reaction is too much.

His face blushed, as he could feel the heating of his cheeks. His heart pounded again in a familiar pace. He hands were sweating as if he was under a heated gaze. He slowly looked up to Chopper.

As he did, he found out that Chopper's face were only inches away from him and then the unthinkable happened.

There lips touched! Nope, just brushed! No! No! No.. our lips tangled? 

How? Why????? 

Why I do feel so good?....

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Hello, this is another fan fic for them. Let's wait for the part 2.