Flowers And Death - VegasPete (English Version)

Chapter 11

At this moment, the great Vegas Theerapanyakul was lying on his huge sofa, he wasn't even moving, he only knew he was alive because his breathing could be heard. And sometimes sighs came out of his mouth. Macao looked at it strangely, he had never seen his brother in such a state, not even when his father died did Vegas have a change of mood or personality, but there he was, seeing a rarity before his eyes.

— Are you all right? — Macau asked, finally approaching his brother.

— Better than ever. Don't you see? — He answered without even blinking, it was as if Vegas was on automatic.

— Pete dumped you again?

— He didn't.

— So you broke up, and he didn't dump you?

— He just wants some time. — He looks at his brother. — What do you want?

— Nothing, I just want to know what state you're in.

— Near death, apparently. — Kimhan enters the room while typing on his cell phone.

— Is he still here? — He sits up from the sofa and stares at Kimhan. — It doesn't matter now. — He gets up from the sofa and picks up his keys from the coffee table.

— Where are you going?

— The Great Wall of China wasn't built in a day.

— What does this have to do with your non—relationship with Pete? — Macau asked, looking at his brother as if he had gone mad.

— I have to try until I succeed, no matter how long it takes, I'm going to show Pete that I really love him, and that I'm sorry. — I'll leave his apartment as soon as I've finished talking.

— He's gone mad. — Kimhan says, sitting down on the sofa that Vegas was lying on earlier.

— Vegas is just in love and doesn't know how to proceed. — He sighs. — I'm afraid he'll get hurt and end up... — Macao didn't finish his sentence when Kimhan's cell phone rang.

— Hello... Could you repeat that... YOU IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN? — He gets up from the sofa and starts pacing back and forth. — Fuck I'm shouting at your idiot boyfriend. — She runs a hand through her hair, then closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. — I'll be there in less than half an hour. — She hangs up and takes another deep breath.

— What happened?

— Chay's gone, and those two idiots don't know where he is.

(...)

Vegas parked his motorcycle in front of Pete's house and took off his helmet. He stared at the gate he had entered so many times, and at that moment it seemed so frightening. Vegas didn't care about revenge anymore, fuck Theerapanyakul and all his millennial shit, he could just as well live his life with Pete, and his priceless passion for flowers, or as he likes to say... His daughters.

Yes, Vegas could imagine living surrounded by flowers and Pete by his side. The two of them taking care of that flower shop, waking up early, having breakfast together, doing all those things that super—sweet couples do and that make people who watch them from afar envious.

He wanted to be only Pete's, and for Pete to be only his.

Vegas didn't want to just languish in his apartment while remembering the happy times he'd had with Pete. He wasn't going to live on memories every time he closed his eyes, Theerapanyakul wanted to open them and the first thing he wanted to see was Pete in front of him, not just a memory in his mind. Then that night would be the day, he would bring Pete back into his life, and finally stop moping around his apartment while dreaming of memories.