Under My Roof [Complete]

Chapter 39

Arthit's POV

There is only one reason why I am not impersonating a raging alcoholic right now, and that's because this time around I doubt there is absolutely anyone alive that is capable of turning me back into a human being again. And if that was too cryptic, let me try putting it in simpler terms. It had been almost six months since I began dating Kong, three weeks since his extravagant lies began unraveling in front of me, and fourteen days since he slammed the door to the apartment as he stormed out after the biggest fight of our relationship. Fourteen days since I have seen his face or heard his voice. And after missed calls and unanswered messages ranging in the couple hundreds, I guess it's time to accept that we might have actually broken up.

I don't even know how it has come to this. I mean, I know what happened. I was one half of the two person fight of course. I was also the one to who had ended up screaming at him that it would be better if we weren't together anymore. What I hadn't expected was Kong taking my words spoken in anger seriously enough to cut me off cold turkey. And the worst part, I very much still blame Kong for the reason we were fighting in the first place. Yet it was Kong who had decided he didn't want me in his life anymore.

Now one would imagine that after a nasty fight, and potentially a break up between roommates, living under the same roof would be spectacularly awkward. But with us no such thing existed. Why? Because at some point in the past few weeks before our fight he had packed up his room and moved most of his belongings away. Since we primarily used my bedroom to sleep in and I am not known to exactly volunteer in cleaning duties, I wasn't even aware what was happening right under my nose. Was it partly my fault for not even noticing? Sure. Was is it still primarily his for freaking moving out without once even hinting to me? Absolutely. And that's just the tip of the ice berg. The whole goddamn picture being that his company was transferring him to China.

Moving to China!

Who the hell decides to move countries without once mentioning it to their partner? What if I hadn't accidentally discovered his travel plans? One day I am cooking him breakfast and the next I get a long distance call from him saying sorry he is stuck at work and won't be home tonight or for months?

So, naturally I fought with him. I like a fool was under the assumption that Kong was actually serious about us. And who wouldn't be under that impression when for over five months, he had been as close to a perfect boyfriend one can possibly imagine. Not only could he give a random spectator diabetes with the amount of sweet, cheesy, romantic acts he could squeeze into any normal day, he did it so convincingly that I actually began to believe that I was someone special in his life. Someone irreplaceable. But 11 people before me have been, so why should I be any different.

Now looking back at all these months that we have been together he hadn't actually once explicitly mentioned a stable future for us. Everything was a vague reference, and nearly always included something sarcastic followed by a joke.

Oh God! I am the joke.

For the man who claimed to be in love 11 times, he hadn't told me that even once. Not even in jest. Right now I don't think I can even come up with a reason why he wanted to date me in the first place. I know why I wanted to, but I never understood his reason. Not that it matters anymore. He had already stamped the expiration date on our relationship, and just forgotten to inform me about it. And since I obviously the sucker who people like to take for a ride, I am still the one trying to call him endlessly, where he has all but ignored me since the time he stepped out of the apartment.

From past experience, I don't need to iterate about how badly I deal with break ups. The only difference was that with Nam a healthy part of me was actually happy about the break up, it was the betrayal part that had stung so viciously. Dating Kong the difference was night and day. With him I was happy, more like ecstatic, to be with him. Which may be the only reason why I haven't devolved into a heartbroken, intoxicated cretin as of now. When, or if, he ever answers my call I need all my senses alive and working if I want to convince him to work things out with me.