Fragments Of Us

Introduction & Prolugue

Win Metawin: A popular director. Still a newbie, but he is popular for his creative ideas in directing music videos.

Gulf Kanawut: a rising actor who was shining and everyone respected him, but since 2 years, Gulf hasn't been in the spotlight. He disappeared.

Bright Vachirawit: a singer and Win’s best friend. Pretty clueless of who he is friends with.

Thanat: Gulf's ex-boyfriend
(Played by: Jaylerr)
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Gulf's hands shook violently as he gripped the steering wheel, his chest tightening with each passing second.

The world around him seemed to close in, the once familiar hum of the car's engine now a deafening roar.

His breath came in ragged gasps, barely able to fill his lungs. Panic had taken hold of him again-deep, suffocating panic that left him feeling powerless, lost, and small.

A sudden honk from the car ahead of him jolted Gulf out of his spiraling thoughts, but it was too late.

The vehicle in front of him abruptly stopped, and despite his best attempts to swerve, his car collided with the rear bumper. A sharp, metallic crunch echoed through the car, followed by the screech of tires.

Gulf didn't process the impact, nor the way his body jerked forward. His head spun, dizziness creeping in as he struggled to breathe. His mind was hazy, overwhelmed by the weight of his past, the memories of cruel hands and harsh words that still haunted him. The anxiety gripped him tighter, each breath growing more labored, more shallow.

The door to his car flew open, and a man stood there-angry, his face red with frustration. The man's voice roared at him, demanding answers, but it only made Gulf tremble harder. The man got agitated to the max, so he grabbed Gulf by his arms and pulled him out of his seat. His body stiffened in fear, his chest tightening with every harsh syllable. His vision blurred, and he could hear nothing but the pounding of his own heartbeat. The sound of the man shouting felt like a cruel echo of all the shouting he had endured, the pain resurfacing with each word.

He flinched, his body recoiling from the man's aggression, and in that moment, it was all too much. His breath caught in his throat, and before he could stop it, the darkness overtook him.

Gulf's body slumped forward, his fragile form slipping from the man's grip. He could feel himself falling, weightless, into nothing.

Win stood frozen for a moment, his anger still bubbling inside him, but as he looked down at the man crumpled in his arms, something changed. The man's frailty hit him like a cold wave-his weight, so light, like a bird that had been broken.

Curiosity tugged at him, and the anger faded into confusion. Without thinking, Win carefully lifted the unconscious man and rushed him to his car, urgency taking over. He drove to the nearest hospital, his mind racing with questions, his gut gnawing at him.

Who was this man? What had happened to him?

Win's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze flickering nervously between the road and the man unconscious in the passenger seat. His chest tightened with each breath, but it wasn't from the car crash or his anger anymore-it was from something he couldn't quite place. The strange man, this fragile figure, stirred something deep inside him. Something he wasn't prepared for.

As he sped towards the hospital, Win's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. The man's appearance-pale skin, hollowed eyes, clothes slightly too large for him-hinted at something darker. He could feel the weight of the situation settling around him, heavier with each mile. The man had been too light in his arms, far too fragile.

Win pulled into the emergency bay of the hospital, his heart racing. He didn't wait for anyone to help; he just grabbed the man and rushed inside, ignoring the shouts of the staff.

"Please help him," Win's voice was hoarse, urgency fueling his every word. "I don't know what happened... he just fainted."

A nurse immediately came to his aid, guiding him to an examination room. Win stood in the corner, his eyes fixed on the man on the bed, now hooked up to monitors and surrounded by medical staff. The noise in the room-the beeping of machines, the hurried footsteps-felt distant. His mind was elsewhere, caught in the gravity of the situation. He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just some random accident. There was something about this man that felt... off. But he couldn't place it.

Hours passed before the doctor finally came to him, her expression serious.

"The man you brought in... he's been through quite a lot. Physically and mentally. He's malnourished, dehydrated... his body's in a state of shock. We'll need to run more tests, but I'd recommend keeping him here for observation."

Win nodded slowly, his throat tight. "Will he... will he be okay?"

The doctor hesitated, her gaze flickering back to the unconscious man. "It's hard to say. His body is fragile, and he's clearly been under a lot of stress for a long time. He needs rest, but more importantly, he needs stability."

Win's eyes narrowed as he stared at the man on the bed. He hadn't been expecting this. The anger he'd initially felt after the crash had disappeared into an uncomfortable curiosity. It was as though some part of him-something deeper-was drawn to this man, even though he knew nothing about him.

"Can you tell me anything about him? Do you know who he is?" Win asked, his voice low, tinged with uncertainty.

The doctor shook her head. "He's not carrying any identification. We'll need to wait until he wakes up to know more. But from what I can tell, he's experienced significant trauma. It's possible that this isn't the first time he's been in danger."

Trauma. The word echoed in Win's mind. It felt like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place. His gaze shifted back to the man, his chest tightening again, but this time, it wasn't just concern for his well-being. There was something else stirring-something that Win couldn't yet understand.

He took a deep breath, his hand instinctively reaching for his phone. He needed to know more, to understand what had brought this man to the edge. And maybe, just maybe, he could help him find his way back.

But for now, he would wait.