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Chapter 11:
The prom day arrived quicker than they expected. Tay and New stood side by side, looking at their reflections in the mirror. Tay, in his crisp pink coat, looked ethereal, his skin glowing under the soft lights of the dressing room. New, in his sleek pastel pink coat, had a subtle confidence that radiated warmth.
Tay took a deep breath, fiddling nervously with his sleeves. New noticed and smiled, placing a calming hand on Tay’s shoulder.
New: “Hey, it’s just a dance. We’ll have each other, right?”
Tay looked over, his heart fluttering. "Yeah, just a dance," he replied, though they both felt it was much more than that.
As they walked into the decorated ballroom, heads turned. Friends, teachers, and classmates murmured appreciatively, and Tay felt a warmth rise in his chest—New was right by his side, just like always. But this time, it was different.
When the time came for them to share the story behind their colors, Tay took the mic first.
Tay: “Tonight, I chose pink It’s…symbolic. It’s a reminder that sometimes, love can feel new and unfamiliar, yet bring a sense of clarity. Pastel pink is honest, pure. And New…” he glanced over, “he’s my balance, the rare sky "
New, cheeks flushed but determined, took his turn.
New: “I chose pastel pink because… pink is resilient. It’s strong. Just like Tay.” His gaze softened. “Tay has always been the light in my life, the friend who stuck by me. Together, I think…we make each other stronger.”
The room fell silent for a moment, before applause broke out. Tay’s heart pounded. As he looked into New’s eyes, it was like they were the only two people in the room.
When the music began, Tay shyly extended his hand. New took it without hesitation, and they moved to the center of the dance floor. The song playing was soft and slow, and as they swayed, Tay felt a gentle warmth spreading through him.
New: “You know, I remember that day in the park, when we were kids. My mom was teasing us, calling you her son-in-law.” He chuckled softly. “Seems like nothing’s changed, huh?”
Tay laughed, nodding. “Yeah, nothing’s changed…and yet, everything has.”
As they danced, Tay felt a surge of bravery.
Tay: “New…I don’t think I’d be the same without you. You’re…it’s like you’re part of me.”
New’s eyes widened, his face showing the faintest hint of surprise, and then he laughed.
New: “Tay, you always say the sweetest things.”
They continued to dance, feeling the weight of their history and the bond that had only grown stronger over the years. But now, it was different—they both felt a new possibility, a future that was theirs to create, one they hadn’t even dreamed of as kids. And in that moment, Tay knew that New was, and always would be, his other half.
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MY LOVE NEXT DOOR
أدب الهواة"My Love Next Door", Tay Tawan Vihokratana: A wealthy and quiet boy who lost his mother at the age of four and moved to Nakhon Sawan. New Thitipoom Techa-Aiphakhun: A middle-class, cute, and naughty boy who lives in Nakhon Sawan. As they grow up to...
