The Enigma's Lover (PoohPavel AU 18+)

CHAPTER 37

VEL

We were packing our bags at 2 in the morning after we received a call from dr. Jill. Khun Jeff has passed away.

We got little to no info from Jill because she was sobbing so bad on the phone and could barely form a proper sentence. She is already on her way to the island. Her children are already informed. Khun Jack is also already on his way there. Seems like Tin is the last person who knew.

Tin's face is a bit hard to read. He looks sad even though he didn't cry but there's some other expression on his face that I can't quite understand, was it regret and guilt?

He didn't say much as we were packing, only saying necessary things about our rides there.

"I already called the pilot, he'll be ready for us when we arrive at the airport." he said as I closed my suitcase.

"Ok..." I answered shortly.

As we wait for our rides to the airport, we sit on the chair at the porch while watching our surroundings. The neighbourhood is so quiet at this hour. No sounds except for crickets and winds. No cars passing by, no sounds of children playing, Ten's house in front of us also looks dark and quiet.

"I dream about it..." Tin suddenly said.

I quickly turned my head to him "What?"

"I dream about my grandpa's death before Auntie called me."

"You mean like your clairvoyant dream?"

He nodded "I was about to call my grandad, warn him about it when auntie's call came in." He turned to me and said with a very sad voice "It really is a very scary ability, isn't it? 'Every future they see is destined to happen without anything that can change it'. Even though I know it will happen I can't do anything to change it."

"Oh... Tin..." I hugged him tightly before he said anything else.

I don't know why I feel like he was about to break down, even though I know he's a psychopath and breaking down over someone's death is impossible for him.

"How did my papa manage to handle seeing his own death and still smile at me at his last moment? I can't even... with my grandpa..."

I feel my back getting wet, not by my sweat but by Tin's tears.

Tin really cries? A real cry over the sadness of someone close to him's death?

Is it even possible?

He didn't burst out crying, just a silent cry while hugging me. I didn't interrupt him and just lent my shoulder for his place to cry.

"Is it what people call 'sadness'?" he said between his cry, still trying to make sense of his own feeling "A suffocated feeling in my chest like something is tightening up my ribs and full sensation on my eyes like it is going to flood."

I smiled hearing it "Yes... it sometimes comes in different forms too, but the feeling is the same. And when you feel sadness, getting a hug and just crying your heart out is always the best remedy."

"It really is... it feels warm in my chest now. Even though I know hugging you won't bring my grandpa back, it somehow makes me feel better."

"Healling a sadness is not about undoing what already happened, it's about accepting everything and believe that all will be just ok."

"That still doesn't make any sense for me, but also sounds just all right."

"That's good enough..."

We just stay in this position for over a minute, there's no sobbing coming from Tin but I can still feel tears wetting my back. I'm just glad, the first ever sadness he ever felt, the first real tears he ever poured, I was here with him.