Love Sick : The After Story

Dreaded Day

[Noh's Point Of View]

It's been two weeks since Phun finally agreed to meet with his father.

In within these past weeks, I've called Phun's mother more times than I can count, to discuss where and when it would be the best for the two, Phun and his father, to meet. This time though, I made sure to get Phun's permission before proceeding with every call. To my surprise, by the third call, I had gotten Phun's absolute permission. He assured me that he no longer felt threatened when I spoke to his mother and that I didn't need to ask him for permission anymore, that I was free to call her whenever I thought necessary. He was even present while I had her on the phone on a few occasions and would give us his small grain of salt from time to time. 

The relationship between the two of them was slowly improving and although they hadn't talked to each other directly, Phun was easing to his mother, little by little. The mention of her name had stopped making him tense like it used to. Now, whenever I mentioned her, he would wear a nonchalant expression and respond briefly. "I've talked to your mother. She said they are doing okay. We discussed more about where you should meet. She thinks it's better for you to meet at home." I told him cautiously that day, as if what I was throwing at him was a bomb and not mere words. "Really? That's cool. I miss home." He would respond carelessly and continue reading his manga, or watching the television, as if what I had just told him was nothing of importance.

I knew that there was still a long way ahead of us before the wound completely healed but there was hope and that motivated me to do better. The more progress I saw, the more determined I was to do whatever that was in my hands to get him back on his father's good side. For the sake of him, of me, and of us. Because I wanted to be beside Phun for the rest of my life, but I didn't want him to be alone for the rest of his. Because I knew that deep inside, there was the empty spot that had previously been occupied by his parents, and I knew that it pained him. Because if Phun was hurting, I would hurt as well. Because his happiness was my happiness and I wanted to see him happy more than anything else. 

In the end, after hours of discussing to no accord, we decided that the best place for them to meet would be the Phumiphat's residence. The enormous white mansion in which Phun had been raised contained more than half of their shared memories. We hoped that it might remind them of the good in each other and help them forget all the bad moments. It would also bring them the privacy that they needed to talk things out without the public eye falling upon them. If one of them was in disagreement with the other, they would be able to express it without any pressure of being on the news.

We also agreed that it was better for me to stay out of this. From what Mrs. Phumiphat had briefly told me, although his father had agreed on meeting with Phun, he was still opposed about seeing me. For that reason, she advised me to stay behind in order to prevent any outburst from his father. Personally, I was perfectly fine with that. If he didn't want to see me, I was okay with that as long as he accepted Phun. Phun, on the other hand, still had his doubts and felt uneasy about leaving me behind. "It'll be alright." I had continuously assured him, though if I'm honest, I was also uneasy about letting him go on his own. If something went wrong and they got into a heated argument, who would be there to shield Phun from the pain? He'll be fine. It's his father. He wouldn't try to hurt his son. I would try to assure myself to no avail.