COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 40

The afternoon in the south was very hot, and even with the windows closed, the sound of cicadas was still noisy.

Pon had hardly slept last night. He wanted to lie down for a while after dinner, but when he closed his eyes, his heart was beating fast and hard and his eyelids were also pulsing badly.

After turning over and changing his position several times, he simply got out of bed, walked to the table and sat down.

When he looked up, he felt that the room was much more empty.

Realizing that it was because he had cleaned up too many things, Pon rubbed his forehead, then opened the drawer, took out a pen holder, a box of tissues and other stuff that had been put away to make room for those things and filled the empty spaces one by one.

After lying down on the table and resting for a while, Pon reached out to the bedside in a daze to touch the Doraemon puzzle he was putting together.

After groping for a long time, he didn’t touch anything. The quiet fragrance lingering in the room also disappeared.

Pon suddenly opened his eyes and woke up completely.

When he went downstairs, he could only hear his own footsteps.

Sammy and Benz were both in their rooms. The loquat tree in the yard stood alone.

Occasionally, the wind blew the leaves, making them rustle slightly.

Everything was quiet as if nothing had happened.

Entering the studio and looking at the painting board standing by the window, Pon felt a little strange.

Since he started using a tablet, he had rarely come here to paint. Even if he painted by hand, he would rather be in the yard, because he could hear the laughter and voices of passers-by there and could be the first to catch the footsteps of his family coming back.

This dream had been going on for so long that he almost thought it was real.

There was no Dora-Hum-Hum at all, and such a good mother and brother did not belong to him.

He should have learned enough lessons in his previous life, but only now had he figured out how to write the words “wishful thinking”.

Benz didn’t say hello to Pon when he went to school in the afternoon. In the studio Pon heard the sound of the metal door closing.

He wanted to go out and have a look, but he was afraid that the man hadn’t left yet.

He only stood at the door for a while and made sure that Benz had gone far before going back to his room.

Before lunch, Pon told him everything, including what happened before he took over the body, including 'Pon’s' death.

No matter how quick and lively Benz was, he couldn’t help but be shocked when he heard a fantastic story like that.

Halfway through Benz’s story, he raised his hand and motioned him to stop, “Wait, wait… In other words, you know that this is someone else’s body but you didn’t tell us anything and occupied it with a peace of mind for more than half a year?”

He was right, Pon had no words to justify himself and could only say, “I’m sorry.”

Thinking about it carefully, his behaviour was no different from that of the man who approached him under a fake name.

Whether it was out of kindness or for self-protection, it was deception anyway.

If he could return this body to Thanapon Kitjaruwannakul, even if he were to return it immediately, he would have done it without saying a word.