Breath (TulHin)

Chapter 19

Heart in motion

Even while asleep and immersed in the world of dreams, the boy cannot escape the pain caused by the wound in his temple. At this moment the pain in his head is so terrible that it spreads to every nerve in his face, bringing back the image of a memory that happened a long time ago, and even if the memory is not so clear now... You can still feel it...

The memory of the pain he received. From the person who first eased the pain by pouring it into his body when he was fifteen... No mercy. He was ruthless, taking out all his resentment on him. He begged over and over again, but he didn't stop. Until he himself was surprised that he was able to bear it until the end. Why? In the midst of the pain that unconsciously led him to remember those moments, the greatest memory in Hin's eyes is that of... tears shed. Tears flowing and spilling through his beautiful clear eyes, tears flowing down his cheeks as he hears a cry of pain...

“No one loves me Hin. Nobody... Nobody loves me... Why don't they love me Hin, why don't they love me? Why can't I love? Why doesn't anyone love me? Why does everyone want to leave me?”

Why? Even when the memories seem distant, the painful tone of that day is still very present in his heart.

The boy who pretends to be happy even in front of his family. But he is just a weak person who suffers. What else is he? An insidious boy who hurts people who have no way to defend themselves... But he is also someone who simply needs to be loved. Khun Tul always asked for love, but no one ever gave it to him. No one, not even once, received love.

His father... Ignores him. Her mother... She abandoned him. His grandmother... she hated Him. His stepmother... Just look at the benefits of him.

The reason Gornhin is still here is that he knows this boy better than anyone, seeing things no one else has ever seen.

“Aghh...”

All those crowded memories drive the patient crazy. He wants to scream, but he can only contain the pain, like his Tul who never screamed at anyone, even if his cold heart... his was torn and completely shattered.

“Hin, wake up.”

A person is gently shaking his shoulder.

“Khun Tul.”

His beautiful eyes shine like gold looking at him right away. He speaks to him with words that are sweet, and which also reflect his feelings.

“Does the wound hurt a lot?”

A question he can't answer, but then answers with the truth.

“It hurts, but I can handle it.”

“Then get up and eat and take your medicine. I saw some painkillers in the bag.”

Tul picks up the medicine bag next to the bedside table, so the injured man turns and finds that not only is the medicine bag there, but also a tray of food that he probably brought from the kitchen.

“Khun Tul need not worry...”

“What are you saying?”

Hin immediately silenced himself, looking at the pair of sharp eyes that soften the strong tone of his voice and indicate that he doesn’t want to hear him argue anymore.

“Is the pain strong?”

The palms of the hands that have attacked him countless times, rest gently on the head, the fingertips slowly rubbing on the temples bringing warmth to the heart; so he froze in bed watching Tul come forward to support him and sat against the headboard of the bed.