Still standing - part 1

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When you find out that one of the people you trusted the most has lied to you, used you, pretended to be your friend just to achieve their own unhealthy, yet unknown, goal, you stare into space for an indeterminate amount of time and wonder how it could have happened, you try to give yourself an explanation, but no matter what, you can't find one, not even one that makes sense. And if you've fallen head over heels for that person, if you've ended up falling in love with them, it hurts even more.

This is what was going through Porchay's mind at that moment, in the middle of the night, after a day gone terribly wrong, after his heart was shattered into a thousand pieces by the boy he thought he loved, a boy he struggles to recognize. He had never seen that side of Kim, cold, selfish, careless and totally indifferent to other people's feelings, and apparently to his own, since he was never able to express them.

After leaving Chay to cry and after giving him a "sorry" that Chay didn't understand, he decided to send him a video of himself singing a song. Needless to say, he ended up crying even more when he saw the boy and heard the words of the song. He really wanted to have the strength to delete that video but he couldn't. However, when Kim tried to call him, he blocked her number and took refuge under the covers, without even eating, simply waiting for the night to come, hoping to silence the thousand thoughts that were wandering around his head.

Later, however, when he hears the door of his room open, he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep.

"Porchay?" Porsche was calling him.

"You're sleeping, right?" He hears him approaching.

"We need to talk tomorrow, I have some news." He concludes, leaving a kiss on his forehead and then leaving the room.

Porchay hopes that the news his brother is talking about is good, he really doesn't need any more bad news.

He closes his eyes again and hopes he can sleep.





The day after...





The sunlight filters through the window of his room and he can clearly see the entire city of Bangkok.  He gets out of bed and yawns, he heads towards the bathroom inside his room and washes his face. He doesn't look very good, his eyes are still slightly red and the signs of crying, although not as bad as yesterday, are still evident. However, he tries to look as natural as possible and to smile, he doesn't want Porsche to worry. He tries to fix his messy hair as best he can, then he gets dressed in a light brown short-sleeved shirt and army green pants. He is about to leave the door, he would like to see Porsche to hear the news he was talking about last night, but he doesn't want to disturb him, he is probably still sleeping since yesterday he and the others came back late from the dinner on the seafront that they organized after the end of the fight with the second family. So, he simply decides to head towards the so-called "canteen" in that big house. He hadn't learned the way yet, that place was truly a labyrinth. Luckily for him, he heard a voice behind him.

"Good morning Chay!" was Tankhun, the first of the three brothers, along with Arm and Pol, his bodyguards.

Since he had entered that world, from the first moment he had set foot in that house, Tankhun had been the first to welcome him, he was really kind to him, he also discovered that he follows the same TV series as him. He finds him really nice, he doesn't understand how others can call him "crazy", he is eccentric, it's true, but why should this affect his person? Well, he doesn't know him very well, he doesn't know his whole story, he can't draw conclusions like he did with Kim.

Thinking about Kim, his face darkens a little, and before he can answer Tankhun's "good morning" and greet the other two, Tankhun speaks: "What's that sad little face? Come on, come have breakfast with us, Porsche and Kinn will already be downstairs." He is taken by the arm and dragged into the house's golden elevator, he puts on a smile and replies: "Krub."

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