[END] Wandee Wittaya (ENG)

Prologue

[Wandee's POV]

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"Then... Can we try dating?"

"Eh, you mean like a boyfriend, right? But I don't like you in a romantic way."

Depressed...

Very depressed. I buried my face in my desk in my office on a Friday evening at the end of the month when the salary came out. Shouldn't people be happier than this?

But not me. I wasn't happy at all. Besides work, my head was still full of thoughts of being rejected by my senior, who I had secretly liked for 8 full years.

He said he didn't like me in a romantic way.

And I'm too good, not his type at all.

Too good, too good, damn it...

I've always been good because my senior once said when he was the student council president that he liked good people.

...Damn it

...Cheesy

...Damn it!

It's like the world is collapsing, like the sky is falling. Being good for someone is so damn empty.

I jumped up from the desk, pushed the chair back slightly for the comfort of my legs, and fumbled for my phone on the pile of scattered belongings in front of me. I immediately called my best friend.

I apologize for the wailing. I'm a victim of love.

"Are you surprised?"

[...Huh!?]

"Let's drink."

[Huh!?]

"Can you stop saying 'huh', Pakkao? I'm just asking you to drink with me."

[Is a ghost possessed you?] Pakkao asked at the other end of the line. Pakkao's voice was filled with surprise that I had suddenly invited him to drink.

It's not surprising, though. There's no way that someone like me would be the one to initiate a drinking session with a friend.

That's because I've been trying to be a good person for my senior all this time.

I don't drink alcohol.

I don't smoke cigarettes.

I don't flirt with women.

I don't praise men.

I lived a life according to the teachings of the Dharma.

I woke up at 6am.

I went to the temple to offer alms.

And donated to the monks every Buddhist holy day.

In the end, I was heartbroken... We're just friends...

"I'm not a good man anymore."

[You're sadder than before, aren't you?]

"Yeah, the more I think about it, the sadder I get." I sniffled loudly because I was about to cry. I didn't need to tell my best friend, who knew everything from the beginning, anything else. Pakkao, who heard me, sighed deeply.

He took a deep breath, loudly enough for me to feel his frustration.

[I'll come pick you up.]

"Hurry up, I'm waiting." I hung up the phone and threw it on the pile of messy belongings in front of me. But this time, I didn't lie down exhausted. I just got up and gathered my things to go drinking.

My purpose in life has undergone a major change. Please remember, Wandee... I will never be a good man anymore!