Sotus: A short lovestory

Now you know. Does it help, to know it all?

*song: A beautiful OST's song, for Flower boy next door. I think the wording is somewhat appropriate. Feels sad and desperate enough. Beautiful song still.

Kongbop POV

He was squatting a gate farther from the house, but still, he wasn't seen, though he himself had seen it all. The smile's, the laughter, the teasing, the blush on his lover's cheeks. What will he do now? Who would he confront? He almost wanted to run away. How could they have been keeping this from him? His heart was torn and Kong could not understand what was going on, he needed to think. The only thing he knew was, that Arthit had come here, cooked, laughed, blushed and talked to Kong's parents as they were his own. He saw the slight discomfort in his words and his back, but he could also see the longing for this interaction. Kong was confused.
For two years he had been angry, heartbroken, worried, sad and finally accepting of heart, hoping that as Arthit said, he would find him after two years. Though Kong had never excepted it to come with Arthit remembering nothing of him, he was still over the moon, till this point, where the seamlessly impossible truth found him.
Kong went inside the house, entered his room and locked the door. He knew better than to interfere with his father's businesses, so he just waited and kept thinking through everything in his mind, over and over again. Everything that seemed impossible to connect with Arthit, he tried to connect to him.
In the evening when his parents were drinking wine in the small lounge and watched some kind of debate from the tv, he stepped through the doors and went to sit beside his mother on the sofa. They had known he was here, third glass with his favourite white wine had been placed on the table. Kong was sometimes afraid of his own parents, their perception of the world and other people was over the top.
"Do you have anything to tell me?" He waited patiently, till his father saw fit to turn the tv's voice down and finally looked at him. Kong's mother was quiet and held her wineglass a bit too tightly. The quiet that followed was unorthodox, as it was his parents and all. He always had to wait till he could speak, because they, especially his mother was the talkative one, spoke non stop and saw the quiet folk as people who would hide their problems and not deal with them. Now they waited for him to ask the questions, and Kong saw on both of their faces, that they were ready to talk. Either the time was right or it was too far gone to be quiet now. Kong decided to place everything in front of them, that he had placed together in his mind, not wanting to be disrupted in the meantime, he took a large gulp from the glass, and not even tasting the wine, as he was used to, he just swallowed it and then started talking.
"First of all, the guy who was in this house today is Arthit. The same guy I fell in love with two years ago, the same guy I've been in love with for the last 2 years. Two years ago, as I found out about the truth today, he didn't leave, something happened to him, right? Because however much doubt I have felt, I have been mostly sure, that the last night with him showed me that he had no plans of separating from me. But however many doubts I had you just told me to let him be, let him go till he came back by himself. Till I'll meet him myself. And I did wait, I got through the heart-wrenching time, where all I could do was run around and search for him. I did wait till I met him again about a week ago. I got it today, finally, not why you wanted me to study engineering, but why this exact university, I get that it was meant as some reconciliation plot and, oh god, I really hope it works, but can you understand how betrayed I felt today. How sad and let down, it feels. My own parents didn't give me a chance to continue my love as I saw fit. Now it is your time to talk. Why can't Arthit remember me? Why did you make this kind of decisions? If you ever want me to forgive you for this, then please, don't hold back. It's not a time for this anymore." Kong could see that his vision was a bit blurry, he saw his parents as from afar and when his mother leaned in and wiped his tears, he understood why.
"We didn't think you could not handle the truth. We had no thought's about leaving you out of this, but at the time we had to make some kind of decision, as you can surely remember everything about the rumours, we were reluctant to let Arthit's uncle get away with it all, and thanks to the surveillance in our street we could handle the matter quite easily." Kong's father started to explain, but he made a small pause because he remembered that Kong didn't know about the accident or the consequences about everything later on. "I think your right and Kong was gonna move here because the last morning we met at the front of the house and he was all smiles and ready to go and confront the situation in his house and Arthit planned to move his stuff out of there, but the truth is, as soon he had stepped outside of the gate a car drove so suddenly and the result of the collision was horrible. I have never seen anything so horrible." His father was silent a little while and Kong felt how his face got paler and paler as all the blood had drained. His mother silently spoke. "Yes, even just the call from your father was hard for me, when I got to the hospital and first saw Arthit after the operation... I sat at the corridor beside the ICU and tried to think of a way to not cry, because not just the thought about him suffering so, but I could not bear to think you seeing him, it would have broken you. That's why we told you that your dad had another short business trip and you should I would go with him. Because we knew that when you would have seen us, we would betray the emotions and the horror we felt at once." Kong could do nothing but cry. He was torn, being thankful and wanting to scold them more. Because, this was the time he should have been beside Arthit, but at the same time, when it had created such feelings in his mother, what would he have felt, done?