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...
Khaotung woke up, feeling his head hurt. His whole body ached as he tried to move. He let out a painful whine, his ears ringing. Screams filled his ears as his hearing came back to him.
He remembers what happened: the car crash.
He opens his eyes, seeing he is lying on the cold pavement, slowly turning his head as she sees the driver freaking out, calling an ambulance. Khaotung tries to get up with all his energy that is left. His body screams as he runs his fingers over a wet stop on his head.
Blood
He bashed his head open, a small cut, but there was a lot of blood. His hands start to shake at the sight of it. Feeling nauseous, he wanted to puke. The pain was unreal. He may have broken something.
"Khaotung!" He heard the other scream. "Khaotung!"
He couldn't respond as his vision was blurry, he didn't know where the scream came from, he could only see close range. He could only see the car, the man and someone lying on the ground.
The person lying on the ground...
Khaotung moved despite the pain, forcing himself to get close to the person beside him. A boy wearing the same school uniform as him. A boy with familiar hair. His tears rolled down his face as he spun the body around, covered in blood. His head was bleeding; his knees were busted open, and his injured wrist.
First
He throws himself at him to protect him.
To save him.
Something Khaotung couldn't do.
First did.
He tries to protect him despite what happened. He tried so hard not to let the boy die, but here he was, lying on the ground, covered in blood. His deadwood is way worse than Khaotung's. He tries to hold the boy in his arms, still hearing a faint exhale.
He is still alive!
But for how long?
His head wound is pretty serious. His knees are looking pretty bad. Khaotung wheezed as he stroked his face, trying to get his hair out of the way, his hair mixed with blood. His tears drop onto his face as she screams, sobbing as he is scared for his life.
"Fir!"
"Fir!"
"Wake up, Fir!" he tries to wake the boy. "Wake up!"
The ambulance sirens sounded, coming closer. Khaotung could see much as his tears kept coming, everything was blurt. He was about to pass out. Holding First in his arms. Crying out his name. Hoping he will respond.
His breathing became less like his lungs were about to give out. He couldn't feel his heartbeat. he was going to die. He knew he was, and he couldn't save him.
He couldn't relive the same memories, the pain, the regret. He couldn't live without him. We wanted him to live.
"Kid, we need to take you to the hospital!" an emergency staff said, trying to help him.
"Please, save him! Save him! he's dying!" Khaotung cried out. Letting go as he let the emergency staff take First. "Please!" he holds onto one staff member before he passes out in her arms. "Please", he mummers before going into complete darkness.
It's dark. Cold air lingers around Khaotung as he lies on the floor in a fetal position. Waking up, he slowly tilts his head as he looks around him. It was like he was blind. The void consumes him, as there is nothing. Scaring him, Khaotung slowly gets on his feet, shaking as he feels the pressure trying to push him down.
With all his might, he got up, trying to stand the same, his whole body ache. He tries to look for something, someone.
His breath quivers as the cold, freezing air blows past him, taking a few steps forward, but it looks like he isn't moving. He tried to walk somewhere, hoping to find an exit. But it's useless. He walked and walked His heart almost jumped out of his chest, the anxiety took over as he stumbled to the ground.
Crying as he tries to hold his body up with his arms. Crashing his knees to the ground. Tears dropped down to the cold ground; there was nothing but emptiness. He was all alone.
Some say that this will happen when you die, stuck in an empty void forever.
Did he die?
Did he never go back in time?
Did all the things happen with First just in his head?
Did he die that day at the bridge?
He stayed in the void, making him go crazy as he imagined he would go back in time.
He didn't know. He wished it wasn't true.
He missed. First, he was worried for him.
He hated himself,
Crying out his name only made him miserable, grabbing his chest where his heart was, it was shattering like glass. If he wouldn't die, he would die out of heartbreak. Screaming the boy's name. He regrets everything,
All he had to do was to save him and give him the happy life he deserved. Despite his happiness with him, Khaotung felt selfish. He should have let him go. He would rather be forgotten and that First lived a good life than the trouble Khaotung brought him.
Confusing him
Hurting him.
"I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
Please forgive me...
Khaotung felt his weak body take over as he crashed to the ground, being in the same fetal position, holding his chest as he cried himself to sleep.
This was his life now,
A loop he can't seem to break.
Heartbroken for eternity
Making him face the pain and sorrow,
It was consuming him, and he couldn't stop it.
He wished for it to stop.
Bagging for the gods
But in the end, he woke up again, tired. Walking and crashing down in the same cold, dark void he was stuck in.
