Pitbabe the series [oneshot]

LUNACY [Pete x way]part 8

"I saw the real me in him but that me was not me; it was his reflection"

as Pete made  way to sleep in his bed while patting him until he was asleep

 Pete: your precious [as he kissed his forehead]

Pete walked to the balcony, the cold winds brushing against his face, sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes closed, embracing the sensation, he felt a sense of tranquility wash over him. As a drop of rain fell onto his hand, he couldn't help but smile, a flood of memories rushing back to him.

PETE: (Looking out at the rain) It's just like that day...

FLASHBACK:

PETE, A YOUNG STUDENT, IS SITTING IN A CLASSROOM, GAZING OUT OF THE WINDOW AS THE RAIN FALLS. HE NOTICES SOMEONE STANDING ON THE BALCONY, GETTING DRENCHED IN THE RAIN. HE SEEMS LOST IN THOUGHT.

PETE: (To himself) He's always so carefree.

HE WATCHES HIM FOR A MOMENT, THEN DECIDES TO JOIN HIM. HE OPENS THE WINDOW AND STEPS OUT ONTO THE BALCONY, SMILING AT HIM.

PETE: Krit, what are you doing out here all by yourself?

As Krit turns to face Pete, the light from the streetlamps glimmers in his eyes, illuminating the subtle curves of his face. There's a moment of hesitation in his gaze, a fleeting flash of uncertainty before he meets Pete's eyes. Krit responds to Pete's call, his lips curving into a subtle smile. It's a smile that holds a world of emotions—uncertainty, yearning, but above all, a glimmer of hope.

KRIT: Oh, just enjoying the rain. It's so peaceful.

PETE NODS, TAKING IN THE MOMENT.

PETE: Yeah, it is.

THEY STAND SIDE BY SIDE, WATCHING THE RAINFALL IN SILENCE,  WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD, PETE LEANS IN AND PRESSES HIS LIPS AGAINST KRIT'S. AT FIRST, KRIT IS TAKEN ABACK, BUT THEN HE RESPONDS, HIS HANDS FINDING THEIR WAY TO PETE'S WAIST, PULLING HIM CLOSER.

THEY KISS UNDER THE GENTLE DRIZZLE OF RAIN, THEIR HEARTS BEATING AS ONE IN THAT MOMENT OF PURE CONNECTION.

AS PETE STOOD ON THE BALCONY, LOST IN THOUGHT, HE FELT A SENSE OF LONGING WASH OVER HIM. THE RAIN CONTINUED TO FALL, A BARELY AUDIBLE WHISPER OF PROMISE IN THE AIR. But then, amidst the memories, another image flashed in his mind – the image of Krit lying on the ground, bleeding, his smile still etched on his face.

FLASHBACK: IT WAS RAINING THAT DAY ASWELL

PETE: (Panicked) Krit! No, no, no!

KRIT: (Weakly) Pete... It's okay.

PETE: (Tears welling up) Why did you do that? Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?

KRIT: (Smiling faintly) Maybe... maybe next time, you'll love me more...

BACK TO PRESENT:

PETE'S HEART ACHED AS HE REPLAYED THAT TRAGIC MOMENT IN HIS MIND. THE RAIN SEEMED TO FALL HARDER AS IF MOURNING THE LOSS OF THEIR LOVE. 

As Pete spoke to himself, a solemn determination filled his voice. He gazed out into the rain, feeling a sense of connection with Krit that transcended physical distance.

PETE: (Quietly) Wherever you are, and wherever you will be, I'll always find you... here.

He placed his hand over his heart, a symbolic gesture of the love that remained etched within him. Despite the passing years and the trials they faced, Pete held onto the belief that their love was timeless and unyielding.

PETE: (With conviction) No matter what happens, I'll carry you with me, always.

With those words, Pete made a silent vow to keep Krit close, even if they were separated by fate or circumstance. He knew that as long as their love endured, they would never truly be apart.

PETE: "How can I hate you, Way, when you look like him? You look like him—the one who was my everything, my forever and ever love. I loved him so much that even if this universe falls apart, it will never be enough."

Pete's words cut through the air with a sharpness that echoed his inner turmoil. He struggled to reconcile the physical resemblance between Way and Krit with their vastly different personalities and characteristics.

PETE: "Why do you have his face when you two are two opposite poles? You're nothing like him. You can never be like him, not even his nails."

The reason Pete wanted to hate Way so much was that he resembled someone Pete once loved deeply. However, with that person's death, Pete's world fell apart. When Way stepped in front of him, Pete's inner self never wanted to see him. The mere resemblance to the one he had lost intensified Pete's pain, reminding him of what he could never have again. It was this internal struggle that fueled Pete's resistance to accepting Way, despite their physical similarities.

PETE: He once begged me, 'Please, Pete, you need to trust me. You need to believe me. I love you.' But I never fucking believed him! He hits his chest repeatedly

PETE: PETE Love me!

PETE: PETE I'm not wrong!

PETE: PETE Please, be with me!

PETE: PETE Don't leave me!

PETE: Pete I love you! I love you! But I... I fucking never heard those cries. And God took you from me. And now that I wanted to forget, you came, like him. God wants me to suffer my whole life!

 PETE: I took your revenge, but who will take my revenge? Who will?

PETE: It's unjust, isn't it? They walk free while I bear the burden of being labeled a murderer. But I'll make them see their guilt. I'll make them pay, even if it means I have to carry this weight alone.

Pete's tears mixed with the rain as he stood there, feeling the weight of his emotions bearing down on him. Each droplet felt like a reminder of his pain, echoing the turmoil within his heart. Yet, amidst the downpour, he found a strange solace, as if the rain itself was washing away some of his anguish. He closed his eyes, letting the tears and rain blend, hoping to find some semblance of peace in his stormy emotions.

As Pete's mind drifted back to memories of Krit and the striking similarities with Way, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. The way Way smiled, the tilt of his head, even the way he ran his fingers through his hair—all uncannily echoed Krit. It was as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him, bringing someone so reminiscent of his lost love back into his life.

In that moment, Pete found himself torn between the past and the present, grappling with the haunting echoes of what once was and the bittersweet reality of what now stood before him. It was a painful reminder of the love he had lost and the wounds that remained raw within him. 

As Way's gaze fell upon Pete standing on the balcony, his heart softened at the sight of Pete's anguish. The hatred that once filled his eyes dissipated, replaced by a wave of empathy and concern. He could see the pain etched into Pete's features, the anguish reflected in his tears, and it touched something deep within Way's own heart.

"Strength isn't always about holding on. Sometimes, it's about letting go and finding the courage to face what comes next."

"I seriously cried while writing this. It's painful imagining someone who died in front of [me] again, but it's not him anymore. While Krit is the one to be protected, Way is protecting himself. While Krit's smile towards Pete is love, Way's smile towards Pete is all about the win or annoyance. Is Pete considered a murderer? No, he is not, for me. Gosh, if I had the money, I would turn this into a series for sure."