Forever Love - Alternate Ending - One Shot

My Forever Love

No one has told me about the physical pain that comes with loving someone. All my life I have loved one person; I guess I'm just lucky enough to have met my soulmate in such an early part of my life. Ar-Nueng was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know that our story was not the easiest narrative to listen to, many judged, more than I can even count but we made it, we fought for it.

Ar-Nueng was practically a dream that I don't want to wake up from. Being with her felt like I was floating in the deepest slumber, the world completely stopped spinning. It felt like she's drawing the air out of me in the most pleasing way and I can't even ask her to stop. She was my escape from everything. She made the loud voices in my head calm. Ar-Nueng - she slowly mended the hole in my heart.

Ar-Nueng left me 16 years ago. Just like our age gap. No one has told me about the physical pain that comes with loving someone. No one has told me that love can't and won't bring someone back to life. I have lived for 16 years without my other half and comes no minute that I have not loved you, Ar-Nueng.

Finally, we're the same age now, tee rak, 71. It sounded so unfair in my head that I have to live life without you. It was never the easiest years of my life yet I know one day-someday I'll see you again. I'll probably annoy you with the amount of stories I stored to tell you. I'll probably make you hate me for the amount of kisses I kept in my pocket to give you. I have lived life for you, Ar-Nueng.

You're the reason for my everything.

Her face effortlessly carved in every corner of my brain. A smile lingered on my lips at the thought of Ar-Nueng, my Ar-Nueng. and everything kind of felt normal.

"Are you hungry?" Mon asked with a low voice throwing my thoughts out the window. My eyes fluttered open looking at her as I close the book in my hand, I was greeted with pale skin and tired eyes.

I shook my head as an answer. Her lips curled into a smile, the wrinkles and folds of her skin visibly showing. "Are you ready, yet?" she asked, slowly making her way to the door throwing me another look.

Today marks the 16th year of Ar-Nueng's passing, at the thought alone my chest tightened. A part of me died with her. "Yes." I muttered lowly letting my hand rest on my lap. My eyes dropped on the book right in front of me catching a glimpse of the framed picture of the four us. This was taken on my postgraduate master's ceremony. I have never looked so happy. My arms linked with the eldest daughter of a noble family in Thailand. Khun Sam and Mon looking incredibly happy. At the back of my head if it were only possible we could've stayed in that moment. Just live life happily.

Khun Sam left us 8 years after Ar-Nueng. Since then Mon and I grew a lot closer as we face life without our other halves. It was never easy but here we are.

Weakly, Mon and I arrived in the royal burial site. "I miss them." Mon breathed out as she placed the set of flowers on the tombstone. I threw her a tight lipped smile before paying my respects. A breath hitched on the tip of my tongue as I let my eyes wander the name written on the marbled material.

M.L Sippakorn Anantrakul

Sixteen years sounded so long in my head yet everything felt just happened yesterday. My fingers are trembling as I let it trace the engraved name. "I miss you." A shaky breath escaped my lips as I try to stop the tears stinging my eyes. "You're unfair, you know?" I managed to whisper. "Three months in a coma, versus this? Sixteen years, Ar-Nueng." I joked. The lump in my throat started to form as I keep my head up. "I'm ready, you know?" I whispered even lower, my voice scattered in the air like dust. "I have never been this ready." I added probably inaudible, the tear I have been trying to hold finally rolled down my cheek. My soul craves for her presence and every day is a battle to keep living. Every second without her felt like torture yet I know that she didn't want to see me like this.