What If: KongpobArthit

It's Called Love

Arthit

"Kongpob!"

"Kong!!!" I kept on calling him but he was not looking back.

"Why?"

"You promised me you'll love me. Only me."

"But you're not even aware of my presence."

"I'm here, Kongpob. Turn around and look into my eyes."

"Please...I'm begging you, Kongpob. Look at me."

Yet he never did.

"I knew how precious friends were but do I have to beg just for a little portion of your time? What did I do to you for you to treat me like this?"

"How did we even ended up to this situation? How?"

"Why did you let us to be in this situation, Kongpob?"

"You love me, right?"

"You always say you love me every fucking night. Everytime we...make love."

"It's not making love anymore, is it? It's just sex now."

"You still love me right? Kongpob?"

I knew I was lacking recently but I am trying to make it up to him. "You knew how bad I wanted to burn everyone in hell right? The company just loved it to drive me insane with the never ending tasks that I missed most of our fun night. But I'm doing things I knew would please you every time time I had the chance. I serve you in a way I never thought I could because all I wanted was to bring back the attention you used to give me."

The attention that was once belonged to me, exclusively.

"Kong," I approached him making the pride I held up high crumble down to the floor where I was standing. "Let's go home." My hand was on his shirt pulling it just to make him look at me but I think I'm failing.

He did not even acknowledge me at all.

He continued chatting whatever important topic they were having with his new set of friends.

Friends and faces he never introduced to me.

"Who are they?"

"Are they the one who made you realize how disgusting for you to be with a man?"

"To be with me?"

"Because if that's the case, I'm willing to throw them into the ocean and let the underwater creatures devour them to their heart's content. You don't need these kind of friends, Kongpob."

"Kongpob, let's go home." My voice was shaking. My eyes were threatening to release the tears I didn't want anyone to see. My tears were solely only for hin to taste.

"Why are you not stopping them? You said you hate it when I cry but why are you letting them fall?"

"Kong..." It disgusted me how his other friends looked at me as if I was an experiment so open on the operating table. The eyes that kept on judging me on how ridiculous I may had looked trying to bring him home.

"Look at this cutiepie," A man I wanted to stab using the pen on my pocket, pull his lung out and twist it in a way so that he would never have the chance to breathe the same air again. How dare him call me something I only allowed Kong to do!

"Say something, Kong!"

"Kongpob," I was pushing myself into him invading the personal space I knew that was reserved only for me.