Love Between You & Me

Don't Die

A very very short update

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Kongpob groans, curling into himself as pounding behind his eyelids worsens. He moans like in physical pain, pulling pillow over his head,burying himself inside the cover. His mouth tastes ashes and sand like something rotten has stuck itself inside. There's a loud ringing in his ears. His eyelids too heavy to lift up. "God!!! Drinking sucks!!", he moans, "I'll be a dog if I drink agaiiinnn!!! Ugghh!!". Kongpob jolts up straight, covering his mouth, instantly hitting by a dizziness which only lead to rise in nausea. Clamping his mouth shut, he stumbles out of bed, running to the washroom. He barely opened the toilet seat before another nausea strucks him, making him barf and gag, depositing his entire dinner and all beer cans in the commode.  His head is falling off his body with how heavy it feels. His headache rushing up with trumpets and drums alongside screeching of ivory tusks. Another hiccup and his gut lurks, wrenching his insides violently before he throws up again. Retching continuously as he pukes one more time. Kept on hurling and spitting until he left nothing in his system. He heaves, gagging drily. Saliva coating his lips and clunging on the lower bottoms like rope. The young man remains immobile for few seconds before he pushes himself a bit away. Palming the tiled walls for all strength, he comes up to his feet, pressing the flush button. Later,  he trudges his way to the washbasin and opens the tap. Gargling his mouth with water, grimacing as he stares at his reflection. With his brown strands going haywire, face painted in a colour of sickening yellow, cheeks bloated to the fullest, lips ajar - he surely can compete with a dirty faced ragamuffin. He clucthes the edge of the counter with both hands as back of his head throbs and pulsates, a sharp pain radiating from the left frontlobe, ramming the other side of the skull with hammer. Any minute and his head would explode in pieces and chunks. Shaky fingers reaches to the brown curls as he pulls at the roots, silently screaming atop of his lungs...God!!!! I should had listened to Anurak!! Why am I so stub-

His inner monologue cuts off as his phone pings implying the arrival of texts...now that I think of, my phone was pinging earlier too...who is it??...

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Anurak stares at himself in the mirror. His fingers deftly working over the tie knot as he fits it in its place. His brain and heart indulged in his phi, who is miles away. He has barely gotten an hour of sleep before  he has to say goodbye to his sleeping phi and Vongaphin family and rush back to Bangkok. Though he wanted nothing but to stay beside his phi and stare at him all day, he ran back here cause of his responsibilities. He picks up at his cellphone from the dressing table, in case the other has read or replied to his text. Except there's only one tick, indicating other has yet to see his message.

"Looks like he is still not awake. I hope his headache is not worse like last time. I shouldn't had given in to him", Anurak said to himself, buttoning up cufflinks of his grey button down.

Even though he managed to take away the beer can from the elder,  his phi somehow tricked him into indulging in another drink which leads to one more and one more. In the end, there was barely one or two beer cans left, before Kongpob passed put in his embrace, hugging him like a child, treating him as a lobster. 

"He is such a child", Anurak smiles, remembering the cute way, other has drunk talked to him, telling him how much he cares for his family, how much he adores his friendship with Park,  what Anurak means to him and how this confession has sent him into pits of hell. The younger one's mood dampens the next second, remembering how his drunk phi got away in his toxic state, sharing how much he loves... phi Arthit.

I...I'll die if I ever have to separate from him. I I have nothing left of me. He is everything to me Anurak...I love him so much. I am scared...scared this love between me and him will be snatched away from me...