English - I Wanna Cross into Your Time (Complete)

Part 18 - Dream or Story?

As they go back to the previous room, Nam served them a drink before she starts a long story about her past. The story she buried deep down in her memory and had never told to anyone, not even Mook's Father.

"Where should I start?" asked Nam. "I should have to ask, what do you want to hear?"

"Tell me about the accident, what happened that night? Exactly!" answered Krist.

Nam was silent for a while before she started the first words.

"It was my second day becoming a singer in one famous Night Club in town, so I went to a music gallery where every musician used to visit. I wish to find a friend, a composer, or maybe a photographer to support my career. But, I never thought that I would fall for the first sight of someone who opened the door for me on my first visit to the gallery."

"He's only an ordinary man, but he was gentle, handsome, polite, kind, lovely, and so...perfect in my eyes and my heart. Sadly, I don't dare to approach him at first, because I was a girl. He also didn't seem interested in me. So I just watched him from the corner and we never talked to each other. Yet, always wish that he would pay attention to me one day."

"Until the day..." she paused and take a deep breath.

"What, did he get to you?" Krist asked.

"There is one night. I don't know that I'd been followed on my way home, when I reach the dark alley, the stalker suddenly grabbed me and...harassed me. I was scared and screamed, that bastard almost got me if someone didn't come and saved me. I was terrified."

"Is Mr. Ruangroj who saved you? Did he catch the stalker?" asked Krist.

"I wish he was, but no. It's someone else. Unfortunately, the stalker got away."

"So, who was this savior of yours?" Krist asked.

"His name is Arthit," Nam replied in short.

Krist's eyes widen instantly when he hears the names, "Is it Art was Arthit?"

"Is the Arthit a guy who always wore a mask and long coat with a hood?" Krist asked.

"How do you know? Do you ever saw him?

"Yes....No, I feel somehow familiar," said Krist. "So, who is this Arthit, and what do you know about him?"

"He was a freelance photographer, he came to gallery sometime, and later I knew that he also knows Singto and he lived at his next door."

"What was his relation with Mr. Ruangroj?" asked Krist again. "Do you ever talk to him?"

"I never know him personally, but one thing I know about him that he couldn't talk and he never took off his mask in front of others, so I think only a few people know how was he looked or knew him."

"What do mean? Couldn't talk like mute? So that's why he used to write? And those quotes belong to him?" Krist guessed.

"I don't know about the quotes, but I found him sometimes standing from distance watching over Singto. I never was suspicious before till one day, I unintentionally saw him with Singto, I was shocked. I never thought they have that kind of relationship."

"What kind of relationship?" asked Krist.

"They kissed each other and...to the bed..." Nam trying to describe. "I unintentionally peeking from windows, if that what you want to ask next."

"It must be broke your heart," commented Krist.

"Well you're right at first, but later I convinced myself to believe that Singto wasn't that kind of person, it doesn't make sense for him to love a man like himself. So later I courage myself and make the first step on Singto and luckily he didn't reject me, so we became a good friend not for so long until one day the fire occurred."