TO SHOU WITH LOVE

80 - I LIED

The embrace lasted for a long time. Thanapon lowered his head, his arms crossing over Sailub's back, his palms tightly gripping his shoulders.

Being hugged so tightly, Sailub's previous overwhelming sadness had turned into an extremely sour feeling.

Having experienced such fluctuating emotions tonight, he now felt like he was dreaming.

Just a few minutes ago, he stood in front of Thanapon, listening to his confessions, feeling like his heart was being torn apart.

But now they were together.

He was in an extremely eager mood, a feeling he had never experienced before, as if all the emotions of this period were condensed into his chest, all the joys and sorrows purified, with a hint of sourness, bitterness, and a little bit of sweetness.

Every part of his body was soaked in this emotion, making him feel like crying.

Thanapon must feel the same, no, Thanapon's emotional intensity must be higher than his own.

After holding each other like this for quite some time, Thanapon slowly released Sailub.

He looked at Sailub, raised his hand, gently brushed aside the wet strands of hair on Sailub's face. "Your hair is wet."

"Yeah, it's raining," Sailub also looked at him, "Your hair is wet too."

Although Thanapon's face showed no expression, just staring straight at him, Sailub always felt like he might cry at any moment.

Thanapon now seemed like he had suffered a lot of grievances, like a child who suddenly got what he wanted but was at a loss, wanting to cry.

Sailub had never seen him like this before.

He raised a hand and touched Thanapon's face. "Do you want to go in first?"

"Yeah." Thanapon finally came to his senses a little, took a deep breath, as if calming his emotions.

He turned around, took out the key, and unlocked the glass door lock of the bar.

As the door closed and the rolling shutter outside slowly descended, Thanapon groped to turn on the light at the front desk.

But he didn't immediately come over. Leaning against the glass door, he still looked at Sailub with a gaze that seemed heavy.

Although they had been in love, under this gaze, Sailub suddenly felt a little at a loss. "...Do you want to go upstairs?"

"I..." Thanapon's voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I need a moment."

Sailub walked over to him, held his hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like crying a little." Thanapon looked at him, his voice hoarse, "Sai, am I embarrassing myself now..."

"How could that be," Sailub raised his hand to touch his face again, "At nineteen, everything is normal."

He then lowered his eyes and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "If we're talking about embarrassment, I'm even more embarrassed. I've already celebrated my twenty-ninth birthday, and I was just crying in front of you."

"Whatever you do is natural," Thanapon held Sailub's hand covering his face side, "at least it is for me. Thirty-nine, forty-nine... all the same."

"Yeah," Sailub smiled, "all the same."

For some reason, even though they were already together, that feeling of wanting to cry couldn't be stopped from welling up inside.

"Let's go upstairs," Thanapon tightened his grip on his hand, "I'll dry your hair."