𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊

An oath

Bright and Win are in their car, immersed in a silence thick with tension. The air is heavy, palpable, as if it could be cut with a kitchen knife. Bright grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the tension. The sound of the tires on the road mixes with the deep hum of the engine, creating a menacing backdrop.

Win, seated in the passenger seat, stubbornly stares out the window, trying to ignore the presence of the boy next to him. His breathing is irregular, almost panting, a clear sign of his inner turmoil. Unspoken words hang heavy in the air, as if they could explode at any moment. But neither of them seems to muster the courage to break the ice that surrounds them. The tension grows more apparent, ready to explode at any moment, leaving behind only emotional debris.

The two lovers are clearly polar opposites, destined to clash inevitably in conflicts, and at this precise moment, it seems imminent. The car moves quietly along the deserted road, as if it were the only witness to what is about to happen between the two men. The tension continues to build, an incessant buzz filling the cabin, seeming poised to erupt at any moment. Bright and Win remain motionless in their seats, but the atmosphere around them grows increasingly tense, as if it's ready to explode at any moment. Meanwhile, one of them seems to begin saying something; something that, inevitable as it may be, will ruin their story forever and everything will be irreparable.

Win, with a trembling voice filled with anger and disappointment, yet remarkably direct, accuses his boyfriend Bright of suddenly wanting to go to the old fortune teller only for one reason: Nene, a young and attractive girl who works there. His words are like poisoned arrows piercing Bright's heart, leaving him breathless. "You can't deny it, Bright," Win says firmly but with sadness in his voice. "I know how you feel about her. And I know you're just looking for an excuse to get close to her. And I'm starting to take that as a fact now. You two seem like a real couple, especially when you laugh together."

Bright is caught off guard, his chest tightens with emotion. "No, that's not true," he stammers, desperately trying to defend himself. "It's not because of her that I want to go there. You don't understand..." His words trail off, drowned out by tears clouding his vision. The tension between the two is palpable, like a rising wave threatening to engulf them both. Bright feels his heart breaking into a thousand pieces as he looks into Win's eyes, reading the disappointment and pain reflected there. Their relationship hangs by a thread, and he knows he must do something to stop their descent into the abyss. But he doesn't know where to begin. Thus, driven by adrenaline, he begins to be enveloped by anger and lack of consideration.

Bright, devastated and furious at Win's accusations, shouts at him with unbridled fury. "How dare you think such a thing?" Bright yells, his voice filled with despair. "It's not true! It's not because of Nene that I want to go to the fortune teller, and you know it!" His words echo in the car's cabin, vibrating with overwhelming emotional power. Bright grips the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turn white, his chest rising and falling frantically with his ragged breath. Win looks at him with eyes full of pain, but his determination does not waver. "Bright, I can't pretend not to see the truth," he replies with a trembling yet resolute voice. "I know how you feel about Nene. And I know I'm not the only reason you want to go to that woman." His words add another blade piercing Bright's heart, leaving behind only pain and confusion. Bright feels tears welling up in his eyes again as he desperately tries to make Win understand the depth of his feelings towards him. But the words seem to slide away, powerless against the wall of anger and disappointment that has risen between them. The car continues to move silently along the deserted road, a silent witness to an emotional battle that threatens to consume them both. Bright feels as if he is drowning in the ocean of his own despair, with no hope of salvation. The tension between them has become unbearable, and Bright knows he must do something to stop this self-destructive spiral before it's too late. "So is this really what you think of me?"