Let's, Fall In Love Again [ SandRay ]

Chapter-9

When Ray returned to the hotel, his temporary roommate was already sitting on the bed and was wearing a pair of black framed glasses while writing a manuscript on his laptop. The clicking sounds of fingers on the keyboard made Ray feel more at ease.

He rinsed his arms and feet quietly, and sat on the bed while brushing his hair. Turning his head, he saw a book titled “Awakening Dream” laying on Beam’s quilt. The author was Prapt. He couldn’t help but look at it more.

Beam had just set aside his laptop and saw his eyes on the book. He smiled and asked, “Have you read this book?”

Ray nodded and said, “The author of this book is my senior brother.”

Beam didn’t expect that Ray would go out of his way to mention it. It shouldn’t be just a casual senior that he passed by in school.

Sure enough, Ray’s next sentence was, “At that time, in our club, senior brother was exceptional. Several books he wrote at that time were published and they were distributed to us as signed editions, saying that their value will appreciate in the future. When everyone went to party during the weekends, he and another senior brother would always drink together and get drunk. Others would have to carry him back home.”

He smiled gently as he spoke, recalling the carefree days in university.

“I only found out when I came out to work that it was still better at school. Our days were free and it was more fun to be with my friends.”

At work, although there were some joyful instances, it was often accompanied by guns and arrows. Peoples’ hearts were unpredictable.

Beam laughed in agreement.

He was a few years older than Ray and had graduated from university long ago. Listening to him, he also recalled his university days.

“I studied at Kaset Drama University and joined the Drama Club. I also met my ex-girlfriend in the club. At that time, she was playing Ophelia and I watched her from the side of the stage, thinking, she’s really beautiful, how nice it would be to have her as my girlfriend. As a result, she really became my girlfriend.”

Ray was a little surprised.

When he first came into contact with Beam, he felt that this person had the best of both worlds, intelligent and sly. There was nothing wrong with him, but it was difficult to confide in him. However, when Beam said these words, his gentle smile washed away his worldly appearance.

Listening to stories was a screenwriter’s fundamental hobby. Ray leaned against the head of the bed and asked subconsciously, “What happened later?”

Beam didn’t conceal it. “There is no later, we broke up. She was my first love, but when I fell in love with her, I was poor. Her family’s economic status was much better than mine and her parents disagreed with our relationship. I fought for our relationship but what could I do? Let her suffer with me? We could only break up.”

Ray didn’t speak for a while. It was an average story, one that occurred every other second in this world. Such a script was too cliché, but for the parties involved, it was difficult to come to terms with it.

He didn’t know how to comfort people and could only say, “Maybe it’s fate.”

Beam smiled as his gaze fell on his half-written manuscript. He was writing a story about the separation and reunion of lovers, so he couldn’t help thinking of the past today.