Flickering Memories

Chapter 37

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Kimmon's POV

As I had mentioned before, sometimes, even if my life depended on it, I just could not keep my mouth shut.

I watched as Copter popped the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth.

And then I opened my own mouth.

"Copter," I chose my words carefully, "do you have any photos of your ex on your phone?"

What I really wanted to ask was "how many times a day and night did you fuck your ex-partner?"

He did not answer my question.

I watched as he looked around the cafeteria, taking note of how crowded it was with visitors and hospital staff, munching on their lunch with bored expressions on their faces, just waiting for one juicy scandal to happen, to brighten their day.

I watched him look down at his white coat which screamed to everyone that he was a doctor. I watched him look at his name that was embroidered on the upper left breast of his coat.

C. Kerdthongtavee, M.D.

I saw the conflicting thoughts running through his brain. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He could not afford to cause any commotion in this very public place.

He ran a hand across his face before talking.

"Kimmon," he started, looking me squarely in the eye. Shit, he had decided to skip the honorifc of P'Kim. Had he relegated me back to the patient-doctor relationship?

"Kimmon," he said once more. He must have noticed that my mind was wandering.

"I have never asked you about your past relationships with Newwie or anyone else..."

"Newwie only," I interrupted him, "I never had anyone else before Newwie that was why his betrayal was a very bitter pill for me to swallow."

"Kimmon, I respect your privacy and will never ask you anything about your past unless you volunteer the information," he said, fixing me a cold stare, "therefore, I expect the same thing from you. Please don't ever mention Emily to me again."

"Emily..." I repeated, letting the name sink into my brain.

"Shit," I heard him whisper to himself.

I could tell that he had instantly regretted letting his ex-partner's name slip out.

"Copter," I said, taking his hand, "you can ask me anything about my past. I have nothing to hide. I will tell you anything you want to know."

"Just because you are of that frame of mind, doesn't mean that you can expect the same of me," was his disappointing response,

"Very well," I said. I could not keep a little bit of bitterness from creeping into my voice.

I stood up from my chair and he did the same.

"Can I see you tonight?" I asked, holding my breath for his answer.

My heart sank when he replied, "No, Kimmon, I'm not available until Saturday evening."

He must have seen the pitiful expression on my face.

"If it makes you feel any better," he said, "I can spend both Saturday evening and the whole of Sunday with you."

"I guess I should be grateful for that," I replied.

I bit my tongue to keep myself from asking, "From this evening to Saturday evening, who are you spending your free time with? Emily? Are you still seeing your ex?"

We parted ways by the elevators.

I made a move to hug him but he moved away.

That really stung but I tried to keep a brave face. I guess he didn't want any hospital staff to notice that his boyfriend was a former patient of his.

I drove back to my company building in deep thought.

What had I gotten myself into?

Had I fallen in love with a cold, uncaring person? After all, doctors are trained to keep their emotions in check and keep a barrier between themselves and their patients. That kind of training could carry over into their personal lives.

The last thought made me shiver involuntarily.

I had parked my car in the spot that had been allotted for me and stepped out of it with many dark thoughts circling around my brain.

I was walking with my head bent, looking down on the ground when I heard laughter getting closer to me.

I looked up. I saw Earth and the same young man whom I had seen yesterday in this same parking lot.

"Oh, there you are, big boss," Earth said, greeting me.

For the first time in a very long time, I saw genuine happiness on Earth's face.

Hmmmmm... was this the one whom he had been waiting for to finally drop into his lonely loveless life?

"Sir, I would like you to meet our new fashion designer, Gun Poonsawat," Earth was saying happily, grinning from ear to ear.

I held out my hand and our new fashion designer took it with a smile.

Shit, his dimples appeared again, the way I saw them appear yesterday on his face when he smiled at me. Goddammit, what was it about dimples that made men's heart flutter this way and that?

"Welcome to KV Garments," I said to him with a broad smile, "I hope that you will like working here and will stay with us for a very long time."

"I hope so, too," he said with a smile.

I noticed Earth staring at his dimples, and then looking at me as if to warn me to stay away from this very good looking young man.

He had no reason to worry. Ever. Copter was my one and only. This young man's dimples could not compare with Copter's. Copter's dimples were special in every way.

"Nong Gun!"

We looked around to see where the voice came from.

A guy wearing a deep scowl on his face, who was about my age, was walking determinedly towards us.

"Papii!" I heard Gun saying with a scared expression on his face.