Bright will get anything that he wants, including the thrift store owned by Win.
Copyright: Tay Taylor, 2020
Rights Transferred to KandyceMT, 2023
This story is rated MATURE for strong language used and explicit content written.
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Another day arrives in a blink of an eye. Win dresses up into a pair of black trousers with a white button-up shirt. The shirt is paired with a black tie and a tiny gold tie tack. He fixes his hair in front of the mirror and sighs deeply. It is his first day without his store. Is he going to be mourning forever? He doesn't even know that himself.
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Win glances at his watch and the time shows five minutes past 8 in the morning. Last night, he didn't sleep. He just couldn't. Bright called multiple times, but he didn't pick up. The CEO also bombarded him with messages and he didn't reply. Win was a mess last night, and he wanted to have some time alone. He knows Bright must be worried about him.
He makes a mental note to call the man at the end of today. Win goes over to his bedside table to grab his file that contains his resume and necessary documents as well as certifications. His eyes land on Bright's bow tie, resting next to the file. He lifts it up and smiles.
"I really want to see your face right now, Bright. But I have to settle some things first," he whispers.
The man slips the bow tie into his back pocket and walks out of his room. He walks into the kitchen and, as usual, his mother is there, enjoying her breakfast with a cup of chamomile tea. "Good morning, baby," she grins at him.
"Good morning, ma," Win approaches her and plants a kiss on top of her beanie-covered head before going to the sink to wash his hands. Then he sits next to his mother and grabs a piece of bread, spreading some Nutella all over it. "I'm going to the bank today," he announces to his mother.
May Opas-Iamkajorn puts her cup back onto its saucer and turns to her son. "I'm sorry," she mumbles.
"No, ma. Stop blaming yourself. I promised you that I won't let anyone take our house, right? After this, I'm going to find a job and then we'll be fine. Don't you have a group counseling session today at the hospital?" Win diverts the topic with the question.
May nods. "Bright's mother will come and pick me up at nine o'clock. Speaking of Bright, Phi Vanida said her son has been mopping around since last night. Does that have anything to do with you?" She places her hand on Win's forearm.
Win stares at his untouched bread on the plate, feeling a thousand times worse than last night. "I don't know. Bright called and texted me, but I didn't respond to him."
"Ow, tham mai, why?" May smacks his arm, mad at his action. "Why are you doing this to him? He fell head over heels for you, Win. The least you can do is appreciate him while he's still around. And he has always been around, hasn't he?" She softly reminds her son.
Win blinks his tears away, rubbing his eyes. "I know, I know he is. I'm just... I'm a mess right now. He doesn't deserve to be with someone like me-an utter mess," Win buries his face in his hands.
May's heart hurts seeing her son like this. "Did you sleep last night?" When Win shakes his head, she sighs. "Baby, listen to me. If pa were here, he would very much understand your decision to sell your store. You're moving on, finally putting your degree to a good use. Besides, you sold the store to Bright. He's going to take care of your store very well. Trust me on this. Okay?" She pulls the young man into an embrace.
