The Sound Of Heartbreak (A Sotus The Series Fanfiction)

Track 21: I'm leaving on a Jetplane

Kongpob

Memories. Traces. Remembrance. One by one, i find a place for them to fill in a box. A box where even the pain he had caused could fit in. I decided to leave it all behind and conceal the marks in me, which i am really not good at. I decided to not bring even a single thing that could make me remind about him, about us. I dare not to see him and feel him for the last time, that could only change my mind. I have everything packed and now i just wanna do one thing. I took pictures  every corner and part of the house to remind me how lucky i am to have my family. This will remain in me and in my heart until the day i go back.

I never really thought love can be so good and bad at the same time. One time, it would always make you do good but other times, you just wish you could kill someone. Loving someone had never crossed my mind but, when he came it's beyond my control; it felt good and my body wanted it to the point where it became part of my daily routine. I'd crave for it as if i needed it, as if it's necessary.

I gazed at the box filled with memories with him; i wonder if he thinks of me the way i think about him. Was this just one sided love the very first time? Maybe.. I guess so. What would happen now? Once i finished the one year contract of being an exchange student in Canada he won't be there anymore. He'd probably have one decent job working hard as he used to. Not worrying about every morning routines because he'd probably found the love of his life when that time came.

"Aargh!" how pity of you Kongpob.

I guided my self through the mirror and there i saw a man crying. You can say how hurt he was with those crystal clear tears running down his face. Those eyes were as hurt as his heart too. The longer i looked at them the clearer the memories are. I patted the guy on the mirror and asked:

"Would it be fine if i'll cry too? Can we cry for him for the last time?" Little did i know the tears that were slowly flowing before just then continuously fall.

I wiped them out and started to chant, "this would be the last time you'd cry for him." all over and over again.

"Kong! you ready?! you might miss your flight!" my sister yelled.

"coming!" i replied.

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I'm going to a place i've never been to, alone - but it had to be better than what i am leaving behind.

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** insert leaving on a jetplane soundtrack **

Thank you so much for the support guys. And i'm really sorry for the very much late update just got another errands to run. Enjoy and hope you'd like it. Khop khun Khrap 🙏