Khaotung, a 26-year-old adult, wishes to undo the past to find a way to save his high school crush, First. Unable to move on from his tragic past, Khaotung faces depression, wanting to end his own life.
He didn't expect to wake up from jumping off...
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AN:
Hi everyone, I hope you will enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. While the story is published, I will refine the chapters from time to time. So be aware that things could be phrased differently or changed.
! Note this story involves self-harm, depression and more.
Take care of your self <3
This story is a mixture of Fantasy, Sci-fi, Drama, and BL. So if any of those things don't interest you, I'm sorry.
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The TV light flashes through Khaotung's dark living room as his favourite movie plays on replay repeatedly. The daylight barely shines through the curtains as he keeps them closed, blocking the outside world's view. Bags of snacks and dirty plates are scattered around the table as Khaotung lies on his sofa, sleeping peacefully, hugging a pillow close to his chest.
When Khaotung doesn't throw himself into his work, he isolates himself from the world. Trying to hold on to the last memory he has of...
Him...
The boy he always loved but never confessed his feelings to.
The boy was the happiest and most beautiful person Khaotung had ever met.
The boy who had a girlfriend...
Someone who doesn't deserve his love,
Someone who betrayed him...
Khaotung's heartache at the thought of his face, his laughter that sounded like music to his ears. His smile would pull on everyone's heartstrings, making everyone feel safe and happy. His gentle, sweet doe eyes make you feel lost in them, the sparkle in his eyes when he was excited was to die for.
How cute the boy was when he was excited, you would be so lucky if he talked to you. The chatterbox he was, he did care about people and always wanted to help, wanting to make you smile when you were upset.
Oh, how Khaotung would do anything for him, even if the boy didn't love him the way he did.
Sadly, it's all a memory, and the more time passes, the harder it is to hold on to them.
Khaotung cried for that boy. He cared for him more than the boy's girlfriend, who cheated on him with his best friend, the bitch. How disgusting!
It made Khaotung sick to his stomach, the image of his crush lying there on the cold floor, covered in his blood, holding his broken phone, still calling his half-sister, her screams over the phone as she didn't get a response.
