BL ONESHOTS NO.3

⁷⁹⁰😭Pran x Pat⁰⁹⁷

Pran and Pat had been together for five years. They were two of the most devoted and passionate lovers in all of Bangkok. They met during a pride parade and it was love at first sight. From that day on, they were inseparable. They laughed, they loved, they dreamed together. Their love was taboo in the eyes of society, but Pran and Pat didn't care. They were happy being together and that was all that mattered. They built a beautiful life together in the bustling city of Bangkok. They had a small apartment in the heart of the city, where they would spend their days cuddled up in each other's arms, talking about their hopes and dreams.

One day, while walking home from work, Pat heard a loud bang. He turned around to see what it was and before he could react, he felt an excruciating pain in his chest. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Pran, who was walking a few steps ahead, heard the noise and turned around just in time to see Pat fall to the ground. He ran to his side, tears streaming down his face, as he cradled Pat's head in his lap.

"Pran, I'm sorry," Pat whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I love you."

"Don't say that, Pat. You're going to be okay," Pran said, trying to hold back his sobs.

But it was too late. The bullet had pierced through Pat's heart and there was nothing that could be done. Within seconds, Pat took his last breath in Pran's arms.

Pran's world shattered in an instant. He couldn't believe that his love was gone, just like that. He felt like he had been thrown into a dark, endless abyss of pain and sorrow. The days went by in a blur as Pran struggled to come to terms with his loss. He would often visit the spot where Pat took his last breath, feeling a sense of emptiness wash over him every time.

The funeral was a somber affair. Pran couldn't even bring himself to speak at the memorial service. He just sat there, holding onto a picture of them together, tears rolling down his face.

After that day, Pran became a shell of his former self. He lost his spark, his joy, and his will to live. Everything reminded him of Pat and he couldn't bear the pain. He would often sit in their apartment, surrounded by memories of their time together, and weep.

Months went by and the pain didn't lessen. Pran would often dream about Pat, only to wake up to the harsh reality that he was gone. He missed the sound of his laughter, his touch, his scent. He missed everything about him.

As time passed, Pran found himself slowly picking up the pieces and trying to move on. But deep down, he knew that he could never truly move on from Pat. He would always carry a part of him in his heart. Pran would often visit the spot where Pat died, telling him about his day, how much he missed him, and how much he still loved him. He knew that Pat was no longer with him physically, but his love for him would never die.

Pran had to learn to live without his love, but he knew that Pat's love would always be with him, guiding him through life. And although their love story had a tragic end, it would always be a beautiful and cherished memory for Pran.

[No.90. Hope it's okay, sorry if you cried. Bye now.]