6 Years After • Completed

vi. Day 3

Irish walks to the kitchen, yawning and still stretching, to get herself a glass of water but she freezes on her spot seeing her cousin brewing something, an unfamiliar sight since Arthit should still be sleeping since he hates mornings.

"Morning," Irish greets and after drinking a glass of water, she leans on the table standing in front of Arthit. Irish knows his cousin has something to say to her just based on how he looks at her from time to time and knowing Arthit, something's bothering his mind.

"Morning." Arthit opens his mouth but he closes it again and shakes his head, like an internal battle going on in his head.

"If you want to say something to me. Just say it."

"Well, I've thought of the things you told me last night."

"And?"

"And," Irish prepares herself to bombard Arthit reasons why he shouldn't be with Kongpob anymore if the latter still insists that this place is Kongpob's home now but she realizes she doesn't need to do it anymore when Arthit continues,

"And I think you're right. It's not like me to be a cheater. I was being selfish and it's wrong to keep him here. He should be married by now rather than chasing after me for why I left him. That's why I've decided, I'll tell him my side later so that we can finally have closure because it's the right thing to do."

Irish smiles and hugs Arthit tight, "I'm so proud of you Arthit, you're doing the right thing. Don't worry though, we'll find you someone as perfect as Kongpob though I know that will be hard, Faye and I won't give up until we found the right one for you."

"It's fine, it's not like I'm looking for someone already. I'll move on my own, but for now, I'll enjoy being single for a while. Maybe, I don't need someone."

Irish sighs, it's clear from Arthit's sad eyes he's not taking this too well, that he's just forcing himself to do the right thing though it's hurting him a lot. Curse Kongpob, if Kongpob doesn't just have a fianceé waiting for him, Irish would be the first one to push Arthit back to Kongpob but in times like this, the right thing should prevail.

Irish cups Arthit's cheeks. "Will you be fine?"

"Yeah, why won't I be?"

"If you ever need someone to talk to, Faye and I are here, okay?" Arthit nods. Irish picks an apple from the table, she's about to leave but she smelled the scent and so she realizes Arthit's making a ginger tea. "Do you have a sore throat?"

"No."

"Then why are you making a ginger tea?"

"It's for Kongpob."

When Irish gives Arthit a look, Arthit simply puts the tea on the tray along with the breakfast Arthit prepared earlier for Kongpob. To make Arthit wake up really early in the morning just shows Kongpob is still that one person who holds and stays in Arthit's heart.

"It's not what you think. I am just helping him because he had an acid reflux last night and he's still my friend, I don't want him dying before he gets married. This is all platonic. Nothing but for my dear old friend."

No matter how much Arthit denies it, the bitterness in Arthit's voice whenever he mentions 'married' is still present as ever.

"You know, I'm not gonna lie. You and Kongpob look really perfect with each other but having the perfect person doesn't mean you have the right one."

Irish leans on the sink. "You and Kongpob being separated just means there's still one person out there for you who you truly are destined with, like... hmm say at the bar? Bartending?"