Kongpob, a 25-year-old CEO to a big company. He is hopelessly in love with his husband and his muse, Arthit Rojnapat. But when a tragedy takes his muse away, how will he find the strength to go on?
A ghost story with a happy ending
Kongpob take a two stepped back to view his work, but once again what had started out as one thing changed into another. He had painted several paintings within a painting – an image of Kongpob standing with Arthit by his side, staring at a painting, staring at a painting of Kongpob staring at the same painting with Arthit by his side, standing and staring at the same painting on and on for infinity. In the painting, Kongpob portrayed himself to wear the same clothes he did now, his hair sticking up at all angles, his pallet dangling from his hand with the paint swirled together in a blotchy mess. He painted Arthit to stand just a bit behind him and to the right in all these paintings, if his deduction was correct could that possible mean...
Kongpob jumped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. He turned just as a face closed in on his; cool, soft lips pressing gently against his mouth. Kongpob's heart stopped when the face pulled away and Kongpob caught sight of those blue eyes that he missed more with every passing day. He stills remain the same, his 'sun' ethereal beauty completely intact, just as Kongpob remembered. "It really is an excellent painting," he said, motioning to the artwork with a nod of his chin.
Kongpob turned his head to look back at the painting, the two of them together, stretching on into the future for what seemed like an eternity, and he smiled. He turned back to Arthit, excited to impart what might just be a revelation...but P' Arthit was gone.
Kongpob barely ate; he also didn't sleep for the next three days as he spent most of his time at his easel. All he did was paint. He started back from the beginning, when he and P'Arthit first met, petty university student bickering over trivial issues. Kongpob painted the way his Arthit's eyes met his, and the smug grin that spread like wildfire over his own features when he thought stealing his attention by flirting with him would be so much fun.
He painted a tired Arthit who's lay beside him on the bed, and those night was the night he finally says the magic work to him. He He painted the phone call they shared when Arthit having his internship in one of the chips production company, Arthit on one side of the country and Kongpob on the other. He painted every phone call after, on a large wall-sized canvas in multiple panels, changing their features as each other changed and grew, and on their respective ring fingers, faint at first but becoming darker as time passed by and they fell in love, a single red thread that connected them, one to the other
During the course of the next few days, Kongpob went through all of his acrylics, and had to call in a favor to another local artist to get more. While he waited for his shipment to arrive, he sketched. He went through sketch pad after sketch pad, finally resorting to paper from his printer, and after that, recycled newspapers. He painted and sketched their entire life together, and when he was done, when the final painting was set aside to dry, he waited for something to happen. Anything. A voice. A giggle. A kiss..
He's so tired. His muscles are sore and aching, his eyes crossed from exhaustion. Kongpon climbed and lay on his bed he fell asleep waiting, and awoke the next morning to the sun warming his face, his skin and clothes thoroughly stained, and his husband nowhere to be seen. He felt devastated. He felt like a fool. He had made it all up in his mind. He had indulged in this fantasy for far too long, missed his deadline, and pushed aside his plans.
Well, not any more.
Kongpob knew what he needed to do. He had a bottle of quadrupled whisky, a bottle of Rum, and two bottles of vodka.
With any luck, it would be quick and easy and painless.
He walked aimlessly through the house. He could see his 'muse' everywhere, littered literally from floor to ceiling with pictures of Arthit, portrayed of Arthit, charcoal sketches on every possible surface as his replacement paints and canvases had not yet arrived. Walking through the paintings, fingers hovering over the drawings, tracing over the outlines of Arthit's portrayed. Kongpob stopped short at the intense look in his shimmering blue eyes.
'He' is here again, P'Arthit still looked ethereal, but he also looked real.
"They're beautiful," Arthit gasped, looking around him in awe. "Every single one is just beautiful."
Kongpob tried to breath, he felt himself choke. This had to be a dream, because the reality was too fantastic to believe. And yet Arthit's eyes looked sad and Kongpob didn't understand why.
"Are you really here?" Kongpob asked. "Or are you just going to haunt me forever?"
"Do you want me to?" Arthit asked eyebrow quirked, looked lovingly toward a he waited patiently for an answer
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A/N : Hi, to all my beloved readers. As been mentioned before, currently I'm having a very hectic week. Hopefully I can finish everything by next Tuesday. For your information, next chapter will be the final chapter. As been promised, I will do a happy ending for both of them Kongpob/Arthit. However, be prepared to explode your head because it'll not gonna be logic. Down below is short scene that gonna be happen for the next chapter
"Kongpob Suthiluck!! I am going to count to five and if I..."
Kongpob made it to him in three seconds, and that night, while making love to the man he thought he'd never see again, he realized something so incredible, he felt no reason to try and explain it.
His 'sun'
His 'muse'
His P'Arthit
He could spend the rest of his life with his husband forever
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