Peraya One Shot

Our Sky Pt. 2

Arthit had tossed and turned all night. Unable to find peace. It was the last night his boyfriend would be in his bed. It was the last night they would spend together. Arthit didn't want to waste it sleeping. He wanted to be awake. He wanted to watch his boyfriend and memorize every single inch of his face. He didn't know when, or if he would be able to see him again before his move. His might kept racing, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He really wanted to beg Kongpob to stay. To not move back home. He wanted to have more time with him. He wanted to be selfish. Yet he knew he couldn't do that.

He knew that Kongpob parents and sister would want to spend time with him before he left. He knew there were things Kongpob had to settle before moving to China. It was only for two years, but there was still so much he needed to do. Kongpob wanted him to see him off at the airport, and he promised he would, but know Arthit wasn't sure he could do that. He wasn't sure he could see his boyfriend off. To see the love of his life walk away from him. It was going to be hard enough today when he left for work, knowing it was the last time he would see his lover for a long while.

Decided it was time to get up, Arthit moved to sit up, placing his back against the headboard. He had so many emotions bundling up at once, he didn't know what to do with them all. He knew he couldn't show Kongpob, it would only worry the younger male.

"I didn't hear the alarm go off." Kongpob mumbled eyes still closed. He had woken up the moment his boyfriend moved. "What time is it." This was the second day in a row Arthit had woke up before the alarm. It was starting to worry him.

"It's almost seven." Arthit mumbled.

Kongpob sat up still very sleepy. "Is everything okay? Why did you wake up so early again?" He placed his back against the headboard, matching his boyfriend potion.

Instead of answering the question Arthit asked his own. "Shouldn't you try and get more sleep?"

Kongpob shook his head. "No. I have to start packing."

Arthit nodded, watching as Kongpob slid off the bed. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream begging Kongpob not to pack up yet. Not to leave yet. To stay one more night. "Let me help you." Arthit said climbing out of bed. He didn't know what to do, as he looked around thinking of what to help pack. He was only doing this to show he was supported. That nothing was wrong. When in reality everything was wrong.

Picking up Kongpob laptop, he put it in the carry case, before sitting it down on the bed. He could feel Kongpob watching him, and knew he needed to start acting like himself. He knew Kongpob would quickly see though the façade he was putting on.

"Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for work P'Arthit? I can handle the rest later. After I make breakfast." Kongpob told him softly.

Arthit smiled tightly nodding his head. "Alright, sure." He turned walking out onto the balcony grabbing his towel. When he turned around he spotted Kongpob taken his gear. For a moment Arthit heart stopped. He never stopped to think for one moment that Kongpob would take his gear. Their gears were the heart of engineering. Kongpob was taken his heart. Arthit mind was racing. Why was Kongpob taken his gear? Did that mean Kongpob was going to leave him. Arthit could feel panic start to raise when he remember that their gears were welded together. He remember he has Prem cut and weld their two gears together. So, their hearts could be as one.

Arthit let out the breath he was holding slowly. Kongpob was taken half his heart and half Arthit heart with him. Quickly shacking out of his thoughts, he headed to the bathroom smiling lightly at Kongpob. He needed to snap out of this. He need to remember this was his boyfriend dream. This was something Kongpob had worked so damn hard for. Staying up late, skipping meals, even studying on their dates. This was something Kongpob really wanted. Walking into the bathroom, Arthit looked at himself in the mirror, hitting his head lightly. He really need to get out of his own thought.