"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
— grief numbs you, captures you under its debris, and you feel like you can never get out —
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Grief.
It had been fifteen years since Mix felt it so deep, so agonizingly intensely.
Where did it all go wrong? Was it when Mix decided to become an investigative journalist? Or was it when he first time walked into the Fire Dragon? Or was it when he had started digging into things he shouldn't? Or maybe it all started all the way back when his father became the co-owner of the Fire Dragon.
It didn't really matter anymore because now both of Mix's parents were gone, and both because of murder.
They didn't tell Mix that it was a murder.
They told him that it was an overdose, but Mix knew better. His mother wasn't taking many kinds of pills. It was easy to remember the names of those she did. And Atenolol wasn't one of them. Then where did she get the entire bottle of it? It wasn't a type of medication she would just get at the pharmacy. She would need a prescription. Besides, Mix's mother didn't have heart problems; there was no reason for her to own a medication for high blood pressure.
Things weren't adding up, but Mix didn't have it in himself to even try to start putting all the puzzle pieces together. The hospital chair was hard and uncomfortable. The smell of antiseptic was omnipresent around Mix, it felt as if it was coming from the floor, from the walls, even from Mix himself the longer he just sat there, head ducked down, his fingers gripping the phone too tightly. It was almost surprising that he didn't crack the phone yet. He wanted to call Earth. He needed to call Earth. To tell him what happened, to tell him that he needed to leave the country for a while. Mix had to leave. He had to clear his mind by himself. Had to be alone, just him and his mother in his memories. He just couldn't stay in the Fire Dragon now, or in Bangkok, not even in Thailand. He was suffocating. All his walls were crumbling down and imprisoning him under their debris. He needed to get out.
They told him that he could leave the hospital hours ago. He should leave. He had to prepare everything for the funeral and after the funeral, he would just get on the first plane to Soul or maybe the other way somewhere to Europe and pretend that everything was fine at least for a couple of hours in the air.
So, he should leave. But he couldn't move. If he would just stay there forever the funeral wouldn't happen and his mother wouldn't officially be dead. It was as simple as that, wasn't it?
And then came a sound resounding throughout a brightly lit hospital corridor and it took Mix a while to realize that it was his phone.
Earth.
Mix gulped down a lump in his throat. His hands shook as he picked up, "hi."
"Sweetheart, I talked to Narong. Are you still with your mom?"
"Earth," Mix's voice cracked and a new wave of tears appeared in his eyes.
"Mix what's wrong?" Earth immediately caught up on the fact that something wasn't right. "Where are you?"
