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12 - Beauty of letting go...

Giving up is a beautiful art. Not everyone can master this art. It's not weakness, it's courage that comes from within, from the soul, when it becomes too much to hold on. It's really hard to wait around for something that we know might never happen... but it's even harder to give up... when you know it's everything you want... So, when one decides to give up, don't mock them calling names that they are weak. They are the strongest you'll ever meet. Because once they let go, nothing in the universe can stop them from moving on.

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Radiant...

Dazzling...

Serene...

Mesmerizing...

Vibrant...

Glowing...

Breathtaking...

Surreal...

There are other ways to describe the sunrise. Especially when you have spent the night under the blanket of the dark starry sky, it was supposed to be the best day, Bright had closed his eyes last night imagining them opening again with a serene view in his arms and outside his tent. It was supposed to be warm which would melt his heart not cold like ice. The sun rays were supposed to feel warm and soothing on his face not burning his skin.

Still, here he was paddling on the streets of Bangkok on his boyfriend's bike, looking everywhere like a lost puppy looking for its owner. He smelled like sex and Win; the intoxicating smell of his boyfriend was still lingering on his body and was slowly withering away in the form of sweat drops. Bright was scared, petrified of losing Win just like the smell of him from his body, slowly disappearing replacing with stinky sweat.

"Where are you teerak?" murmured Bright and his bike stopped with the screeching sound of tires in front of a halting car.

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"Have you lost your mind? We need you here safe so that we can look for Win without worrying about you, you ass," screamed Jason for the umpteenth time of the day when Bright started to walk out of the house to go on those streets again.

"You think, you can find him on streets like that? You think if someone took him, then they will just let him roam the streets for you to find out?" Jason sat near Bright taking a deep breath to calm his nerves down so that he could keep this fool in check who was hell-bent on storming out of the house any minute. "Bright, multiple pictures are rolling on social media of you riding a bike on the streets like some crazy shit, you had your appointment with a hypnotherapist today, why don't you go there and we keep looking for Win, hah?" said Jason trying to knock some sense in him.

Bright looks at Jason as if he has grown some magical horns. "Are you kidding me right now? I was going to that session with Win, he was supposed to hold my hands during the entire session and lull me to sleep before I woke up to my past world, if he is not here, I'm not going anywhere. And I don't care about my acting career or pictures or anything," screamed Bright for the first time and Jason stiffened. He has been working with Bright for more than ten years but he has never seen him raise a single voice, screaming and yelling were not even in the syllabus.

"Bright you just can't..." yelled Jason at an equal pace but was cut off by a voice.

"That's enough, Let, him be," said Amara coming out of the kitchen with a tray of food. She sits near Bright and glares at Jason. "If there is any problem, it's your job to get to the root of it and wipe it clean Jason, you can't yell at my son,"