Hold My Hand

I'll Hold Your Hand

arthit’s surprise was evident on  his face when he saw his boyfriend, Kongpob, staring back at him. namtarn had called him crying about her boyfriend, jay, which put him on a predicament. he couldn’t just leave a girl crying all on her own; besides, namtarn was a good friend of his.

    he knew kongpob would understand, but it didn’t mean that arthit was a hundred percent on board with leaving kongpob; he liked hanging out with his boyfriend.

    still, arthit picked namtarn. and now he wished he hadn’t.

    arthit had called for kongpob but his boyfriend kept on walking, head low, like he was desperately trying to make himself invisible. he had followed kongpob without question; when namtarn had asked what was wrong arthit had told her he’d just call her later because right then and there arthit needed to clear the air between them; he needed to clear the misunderstanding between them.

    namtarn will always be his first love, but the one holding his heart now is kongpob; and arthit loves kongpob more than he thought. he didn’t want to put any doubts in kongpob’s head. arthit had already told him that he’s the most important person in his life right now; and that would remain still in the future.

    he wasn’t expecting the number of people walking, and arthit lost sight of kongpob for a second before he heard a commotion not far from him. there were screaming, and at first arthit didn’t mind it – he was too focused on finding his boyfriend, when a small crowd started forming and arthit saw a glimpse of those starched uniform with those familiar mop of hair.

    arthit’s blood ran cold. he wasn’t even aware of walking but his feet were moving on their own, wishing with every step that the guy was just a look alike, that kongpob is out there somewhere already almost at his dorm.

    but it was kongpob, his boyfriend, lying on the ground with blood on his head and his shirt. arthit didn’t hesitate to push his way through the crowd, crouching down next to kongpob who’s eyes were starting to droop. arthit was afraid of touching him because he didn’t know how much pain his boyfriend was in, so he tapped kongpob’s cheeks to keep him awake because arthit had read about keeping people who got into accidents awake, but his boyfriend closed his eyes and arthit’s tears started to fall.

    he looked around; someone had already called an ambulance, from a distance he could hear the siren of a police car. a few meter’s from kongpob’s body lies another man with his motor crashed into a pole.

    arthit didn’t care about the other man. all he cared about now is kongpob and kongpob alone. he held his boyfriend’s hands; it’s still warm. arthit looked for a pulse, there still was.

    he bowed his head and cried. he didn’t care if the people around him saw him, or started making assumptions. arthit had threw away all the care at that moment for kongpob.

    “please,” arthit cried, “please don’t leave me yet.”

    “i still need you, kongpob.”

    he carefully wiped kongpob’s hair off his face. arthit brought their hands together and placed it on kongpob’s chest. there arthit whispered, “kong, please,” he begged, “please be okay. please.”

    “0062, i order you to be okay,” no matter how much he begged, there were no response from kongpob.

    the ambulance came and started putting his boyfriend on the stretcher. arthit refused to let go of his boyfriends hands, and when the medics asked if he was family arthit said, “i’m his boyfriend.”

    the medics looked at each other before allowing him to be inside the ambulance.

    all throughout the ride to the hospital arthit didn’t let go of kongpob’s hand. there were times where he thought he felt his boyfriend squeeze his hand but arthit thought it was just his imagination. the medics didn’t talk to him, although arthit overheard that it was an accident due to driving under the influence which made him mad.