10 years after Graduating from Suppalo, 28 year old Akk meets 30 year old Gaipa.
Akk comes home to Chonburi after running away for 10 years to take care of his ailing mother, hoping to never run into the old friends he now considers the ghost of hi...
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GAIPA
I was so happy looking at Akk and his friends reconciling that I almost forgot we were only pretending. So when Akk finally bought up Ayan's name, I knew I had to get out of there. Aside from not wanting his friends to be uncomfortable about disclosing information, I also prefer not to hear what Akk has to say about the love of his life. He might want to get him back and despite the lack of any kind of commitment between us, that thought still stings. Walking slowly into my now familiar house, I find some random things that Akk had left there. His presence onw all over the place. In my closet, there's even a couple of shirts hanging that belong to Akk.
Would I feel like leaving again if Akk gets back with Ayan? Would it hurt as much as Uncle Jim falling in love with Wen had? But Akk and I are not dating. We never said we liked each other like that and what we had been doing together the past weeks can't be called anything other than two friends hanging out and sleeping literally together in bed at night. So why do I feel the dread and hurt at the thought of Akk going back to his Ayan? Akk had always said he had never loved anyone else but him. Shouldn't I be happy that at least one of us will get his happy ending?
Trying to push out the gloom, remembering how happy Akk was seeing his two best friends, I finally pulled out my phone and went to my social media. Scrolling to Leng's name.
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Putting my phone down on my bedside table before going to pick up my sketchbook. Finally going back to my secret cove... well, Akk and I's secret cove.
The sky blushed in hues of pink and orange as the sun began its gentle descent, casting a warm glow upon the world as I sat staring at it's beauty in wonder, sketchbook in my lap. Thoughts of Akk linger, the uncertain yet intriguing feelings I have for the younger boy, like the unfolding beauty of the sunset, a mixture of everything beautiful but also a signal for darkness stealing the light.
As the sun dips lower, my heart dances with both the warmth of my memories with Akk, all of them wonderful and him being kind and gentle and then there's the shadow of apprehension of what it would be like if Akk and Ayan get back together.
That night Akk didn't come over for the first time since we got back from Bangkok. Understandably, he must be spending the night with his best friends who he had just gotten back. But the next day, he left me only two short messages...
