The Scar | BrightWin

Chapter 31 : You're Everywhere In My Heart

Bright stares at his trembling hands. His heart has been beating fast non-stop and there's lump in his throat. He wants to throw up, but he's sure nothing would come out since his stomach is empty, just like his soul. Without Win, he's numb.

The agent feels a soft pat on his shoulder and he looks up. First is sitting next to him, giving him a very concerned gaze. "If you look at me like what you're doing now, ever again, I swear I'll punch you," Bright threatens, glaring at his friend.

First pouts, blinking his eyes at the agent. "P'Bright, my intention is good here, alright? Let's eat, phi," he grabs Bright's arm and shakes it, trying to make him agree.

"No," Bright replied firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But if Win were here next to you, he wouldn't want you to skip meals like this," First sighs at the end of his sentence.

Bright is silent at the mention of Win. That motherfucker, how dare he left him to grieve alone here!

"P'Bright, listen to me," First slaps Bright's cheek, trying to wake him up. Bright groans at that. "Everything has passed. It's over. There's nothing you could've done about it. You should let it go, phi."

The senior's thought is clouded with what First just said. Should he let it go? Is he ready for it? "I'll only eat if you treat me," Bright finally whispers. First beams with excitement at that.

"Sabai mak, phi! That's nothing. Come, follow me!" First stands up and Bright follows after him. However, his knees wobble, and he staggers to his feet, swaying a little. Luckily First notices that and supports him by wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "See? I told you to eat so many times and yet you were so stubborn," the short agent babbles as they walk down the hallway.

Bright feels tears threatening to fall from his eyes and he is quick to wipe them off. He feels so pathetic right now. All of his friends are worried about him. He laughs inside, thinking about how easily they knew about his relationship with Win. He guesses he and Win were that obvious.

A few minutes later, they arrive at a cafeteria that looks as quiet as the graveyard. Bright hates this. The quietness reminds him of Win. Win hates silence. Even though the younger man had never told him that before, he knew.

"Phi, choose a table for us. I'll buy some food for you," First tells and immediately rushes to the food counter. Bright ends up sitting at a table near the entrance of the cafeteria.

First comes with two trays of food a moment later. The agent shoves a tray towards Bright and he gulps. He doesn't think he can't eat right now, or else he'll throw up. "I-"

"Hold on, phi. Someone is calling me," First grins sheepishly at Bright before answering his phone. "Hello, Mike," the agent greets the caller, which is their friend. There's a short pause before First speaks again. "Really?! Okay, mate. Yeah, I'll tell him."

Bright frowns, playing the food in his tray with the plastic spoon. "What is it?"

"Win is awake."

As soon as First finished uttering the sentence, Bright bolts out of the cafeteria and runs to the lift. There are quite a number of people waiting there and the agent is getting impatient. He ends up climbing the exit stairs to level four, where Win is at. His chest heaves with heavy panting by the time he reaches the floor.

Bright instantly sees Mike, standing near the nurse station and he shouts for the agent's name. "Mike!"

The mentioned man turns around and he's a little startled, seeing Bright's pale face. "What the hell happened to you, Bright? You look like a ghost," Mike breathes out, speechless.