The gradually darkening twilight was left far behind by the speeding motorcycle.
The evening breeze was gentle, carrying a slight chill, which felt comfortable against the skin.
Sailub took a deep breath.
The last time he sat behind Thanapon, it was rushing to meet Way in the dead of night.
Apart from anxiety, there wasn’t much thought for anything else.
But now, he felt relaxed both physically and mentally, fully experiencing the joy of riding.
Since breaking up with Way, he hadn’t felt this good.
He felt like chatting, so he started a conversation with Thanapon, “When did you write the lyrics for ‘Daytime Roar’?”
At first, Thanapon didn’t respond, so he was about to drop the topic.
But unexpectedly, Thanapon answered after a while, “After the senior middle school entrance exam.”
“So early?"
“Mmh.”
Thanapon’s voice wasn’t too loud when he spoke, and they were both wearing helmets, so Sailub had to lean closer to hear.
“Your grades in the entrance exam must have been good, right?” Sailub asked again.
This time, Thanapon didn’t answer.
After a while, Sailub spoke again, “Thanapon, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I have a feeling that things will gradually get better.”
Thanapon kept his gaze forward, still not responding.
That indescribable feeling of fullness, sourness, and ambiguity seemed to surge in his chest again.
He tightened his grip on the motorcycle handlebars, eyes fixed ahead under the helmet visor, and slowed down the speed.
“I’m sorry,” he suddenly said.
“Hmm?” Sailub almost doubted if he had heard correctly.
“The match…” Thanapon furrowed his brows halfway through his sentence, not continuing.
He mentioned “the match,” and Sailub knew where this “I’m sorry” came from.
He suddenly felt like laughing.
It was a bit awkward for Thanapon, who wasn’t even used to saying “thank you,” to say “I’m sorry.”
But he held back his laughter and teased, “You can actually say sorry?”
“It’s okay,” after a moment, Sailub said softly, “Thanapon, I forgive you.”
Several minutes later, as the motorcycle tilted slightly and entered Atsadang Slope Street, the speed slowed down, eventually stopping beside the Atsadang Bar.
Sailub got off the bike, took off his helmet, and stood to the side, looking at the narrow street.
He hadn’t noticed before, but in the twilight, Atsadang Slope Street was actually quite beautiful.
The trees on both sides of the old street were lush and vibrant, exuding an unadorned vitality.
At the moment, the bars on the street had not yet lit up with glaring flashing lights.
The dim street lamps reflected on the green leaves, making the entire alley exceptionally quiet.
You could almost hear the rustling of the leaves swaying in the wind.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
