Gemini Norawit knows only two things: that he wants to become a king of Magical World and that he absobulety hates Fourth Nattawat. They have to compete against each other to win a crown. But what if one of them is only pretending to be someone else...
I woke up drenched in sweat. At the very end it seemed to me that I was falling into some endless abyss. It was terrifying.
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The worst thing is that I can have flashbacks at the strangest moments, for example when I drink my morning coffee (I don't like the taste of it, but I remember that as long as my mother was with us, she always drank it in the morning and always with milk; I have few memories of it, so I'm sticking to what I still remember).
Today I had the same dream again: we were on a date, me and... and the other guy... yes, the other guy... The guy who looks like Fourth...
This is what hurts the most, because I hate him with all my heart, he annoys me with his very existence, he is always so nice to everyone, so good-natured and polite... And meanwhile, my dreams...
No, they're not even dreams, they're nightmares, and today was the worst of them all...
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In this dream we were on a date, I have a vague feeling that we ran away from home to go there. He taught me how to ride a motorcycle and at one point he decided that I could ride a bit on my own. I got on the bike, but I didn't hear anything, no sound, nothing. There was no warning. This car just suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It didn't even have his lights on. I had no chance to brake. There was a head-on collision. My body flew helplessly over the car, the bike fell onto the road surface...
And then, I don't know how, but I stood next to my body and watched the boy run up to me, kneel next to me and tug at my arms. My whole body was covered in blood. My left arm was broken and my eyes were open, reflecting the streetlights.
I was dead beyond any doubt.
“Heart! Wake up! I'm begging you, talk to me! No, no, this can't be true! Heart, come back to me, you hear?! COME BACK TO ME! I LOVE YOU, do you hear?! How come I didn't have time to tell you this?! Heart, no, I don't believe it. Don't make fun of me like that, talk to me.”
He was speaking as if in this lifetime I could hear him... But as far as I remember I was deaf. But he had forgotten it all when the accident happened. He was hurt and scared and I wanted to come to him, to cheer him up, to tell him that it's okay, that I didn't feel much pain. I wanted to tell him that we'll meet again, but he couldn't see or hear me. I wasn't even a ghost, I was only a soul that left its body...
