Our Blank Past (A Blank The Series Fanfiction)

Back To You

Khun Nueng/Ar'Nueng ~ 36

Anueng/Nueng ~ 20

Ep. 3 (2-3:15/4)

*Skipped part one*

I know Khun Nueng stays in a hotel but I'll be saying that she stays in a condo because a hotel just makes it seem like she's homeless (which she is) so she'll be living in a small, low priced condo in this story.
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Narrator's POV:

Khun Nueng grunted as she positioned herself in bed, having no will or energy to get up.

If Anueng wasn't there with her in real life, then what was the point?

She sighed heavily as she fought herself not to cry. Her eyes were already sensitive and hurting from crying herself to sleep hours ago. Khun Nueng was honestly surprised she still had tears left.

With another deep sigh she rolled over to lay on her right side but was met with air as she swiftly tumbled out of bed.

The wind hit knocked out of her as she landed directly on her stomach; her face scrunched up in pain and she coughed violently.

Her throat was sore as well from all her crying and her voice was very hoarse as she let out a low 'ow'.

How did I fall out of bed? Surely I couldn't have moved that much, my bed was much bigger than a kings.

Khun Nueng grunted as she lifted herself up slowly and tried to adjust to the brightness of the room.

I could have sworn I shut the curtains.

As her eyes adjusted she almost let out a gasp of astonishment.

This...this was not her bedroom.

This wasn't her Palace...

This was her old room in her condo!

Khun Nueng's head spun.

How did she end up here? She had moved out of this place a long time ago, a week after she had moved into the Palace.

Did she sleep walk? No, she couldn't, could she? Khun Nueng was sure she's never done it.

Did she break in? But she doesn't remember doing that...

Maybe she broke in while sleep walking.

Khun Nueng groaned as a headache started to make itself known. All that crying sure did take a toll on her.

She slowly got up and sat down at the edge of the bed, massaging her temples as she blew out a heavy breath.

She looked around the room carefully to figure out how the hell she got there in the first place.

She was surprised to see some of her stuff was still here...but how?

She sworn she has collected all of her belongings before moving out. And there's no way she could've brought this stuff with her.

Khun Nueng's eyes then landed on her phone. She quickly grabbed it, hoping to find some answers.

Khun Nueng didn't know what was going on, didn't know what was happening. She was lost. Khun Nueng didn't like that. She liked to stay on top of things, liked to be ahead and know everything.

But Khun Nueng wasn't prepared for what shw was about to see. Her eyes almost popped out of her when she saw the date of her phone. She did a double take and looked around the room again.

No...this can't be. This has to be some sort of joke.

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It wasn't a joke.

Khun Nueng has been sitting in her bed motionless for the past 30 minutes trying to convince herself that she wasn't having a stroke, and that she was in fact brought back to the past.

But...how?!

She still doesn't have an answer for that question.

Khun Nueng groaned as she felt her headache her worse. She stood up shakily and walked over to her bathroom to get pain medicine.

Before opening the cabinet she looked into the mirror and saw that she wasn't in the clothes that she fell asleep in after crying all day.

She was in matching grey sleepwear.

Was she still even 37 anymore? Or did her body get a year younger? Did she go back into her old body subconsciously?

Khun Neung sighed heavily not wanting to think about it and grabbed a bottle of Advil, took a couple out and put the bottle back in the cabinet.

She walked back into her room to see a water bottle and picked it up, downing both pills with a single gulp. The water also soothed the Sippakorn's throat a little, making her sigh.

She plopped back into her bed, taking small sips from the bottle as her mind started to spiral again. Her breath hitched. Wait...

Anueng!

Khun Nueng quickly grabbed her phone, going to her contacts, and pressed her number.

If I'm in the past, that means Anueng is ok! I need to hear her voice!

Khun Nueng's legs bounced anxiously as she waited for Anueng to pick up, but the call immediately went to voicemail. The Sippakorn frowned and tried again, straight to voicemail one again.

Khun Nueng began to get frustrated and stressed out way more than she already was.

Why wasn't she picking up? Was Anueng still in the hospital, no...that couldn't be.

Khun Nueng then remembered what the date was today and her eyes widened.

Today was 3 days after their fight. She has told her off harshly and pushed her away, telling the girl she wasn't worthy of her, making the girl cry and distance herself from her.

Khun Nueng covered her mouth in realization.

No...no no no!

Why couldn't I have went back farther and stopped myself from saying those words?!

She bit at her nails anxious in distress.

Ok, ok. Calm down...deep breaths.

Khun Neung blew out harsh sigh.

She could fix this...just like she did the first time.

The Sippakorn shook her head and gathered her thoughts, determination filling her body.

She would make it up to her Nueng. The right way. Khun Nueng got up from her bed with energy and a new goal in mind.

Today would be the last day she would hurt Anueng.

She was going to be better. Act better.

A better person, a better lover.

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