In tune with the series storyline. Just added a few scenes that could have happened according to my imagination. Some new characters get involved but nothing that deviates too much from the original series. Special Chapters are ALL MY IMAGINATION AN...
I got home after dinner. I looked at all the missed calls from Kongpope. I sighed and dialed his number wanting to get this over with. I didn't want to deal with this mess.
'Kongpope.'
'P'Arthit...'
'You can give keep my comics books and throw the papers out. I don't need them anymore. That's it.'
'Wait, P'Arthit...I have something to say...please listen.'
Silence.
Kongpope's voice sounded strained.
'I know you are a man...I know I'm a man...but P'Arthit, I wanted to tell you that I cannot stop my feelings...I lik- BEEP BEEP BEEP.'
I hung up and my heart sank. I couldn't listen to what Kongpope had to say. I switched off the lights in my room and sat on my bed. My thoughts were a blur. I was confused and angry. Was he joking? Is Kongpope taking what he said about making me his wife too seriously?
I know I made him say he liked men while trying to be 'punish' him. My mind was running a mile a minute. I slowly walked towards my blinds and peeked outside to Kongpope's balcony. I saw him standing there.
I fell back on my chair shocked at what I saw. He was standing on his balcony with his head down. I could see his shoulders shaking and then I realized he was crying.
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I felt a lump in my throat. I called out his name,'Kongpope...'
He looked up right when I said his name and my heart sank even further. His face was shrouded in sadness. I watched him cry. He was not joking. He was serious.
After a while, I saw him grab a cigarette and my temper flared. I told him last night not to smoke. I saw him look at the cigarette and bawl it in his fist and he threw the pack behind him.
After a while, he straightened his back and looked at my room. It felt like he was looking right into my eyes through the window. I knew he couldn't see me but I still felt like I was seen. I could see the sadness on his face. He wiped his tears with his sleeve. Then, he did something unexpected. He raised his hands and did the wai (greeting) towards my room.
I sat there watching in a daze. Kongpope went back inside his room and his lights went out. I sat there not moving, thinking of what to do. My throat felt constricted. I wanted to cry but why did I feel so sad? Just because Kongpope cried? I am his senior. I'm a man. I did not understand my emotions and why I was feeling miserable.
He did the wai so does that mean we will not be like how we used to? I barely got any sleep and I was exhausted when I woke up. I walked to my balcony and opened the door to grab my towel but I stopped.
What if Kongpope saw me? It would be awkward after last night. I grabbed a new towel from my closet and got ready for class.
When I was ready to head out, I got a phone call from Namtan.
'Hello, Namtan.'
'Sawadee Arthit. Do you have to time to get breakfast with me?'
'Sure. I'll be right down. I'll meet you at Nahm.'
[Note: Nahm is a restaurant in Bangkok]
My mind was still filled with thoughts about Kongpope as I left my room.
