Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

24

The bed next to me had long gone cold by the time I finally stretched awake. The bedside clock indicating that I had slept well into the morning, the noon sun about to welcome me soon. 

I can't believe I slept away half the day, well actually I can, seeing how I had gotten less than a couple hours a night for the past three days. What really was weird was the fact that there was almost a pin-drop silence in the entire apartment. Which was in of itself extremely suspicious. Seriously, when was the last time Arthit this quiet?

Rolling off his bed, I padded softly outside the bedroom while it became apparent how he hadn't caused a ruckus loud enough to rouse the whole building was obviously due to the simple reason that he wasn't around to do so. Instead, on his kitchen counter, I found a large glass of orange juice along with a plate of scrambled eggs that only Arthit could have made. He has this particular talent of whipping up eggs that are simultaneously undercooked while also being burnt crisp. Exactly the way I love it.

Munching on my breakfast cum lunch I wondered how come Arthit hadn't woken me up when he had risen. I was totally sure the first thing I would see as soon as I opened my eyes would be Arthit peering down at me launching right into the infamous talk he has been trying to have for days now. Surprising he wasn't up at the crack of dawn perched at the edge of the bed, poking me awake. Instead, next to the breakfast I found a quickly scratched note.

"Be at the studio. 2 pm. Don't be late."

I pulled out my phone to look up his schedule for the day. Wasn't he supposed to be in a promotional event all day long?

Taking a quick shower, I slipped into some of Arthit's flashy clothes since the man had still not told me what my new door code was, and made my way to the studio. Surprisingly they had pushed back all events to next week while Arthit was sitting across from a reporter about to start an interview, nervously tapping his foot.

Oh, boy. A nervous Arthit directly results in a nervous me. Isn't charming reporters into complete submission one of his strongest points? What the hell is he anxious about. Actually back up. What interview is he doing anyway? As his agent shouldn't he have run that by me first? Oh God, what is the boy upto now?

I was still very much in the middle of beginning my private freak out when he caught my eye and gave me a wide grin and a quick wave, before adjusting his chair slightly to the left so that he was facing me directly while he was supposed to be looking at the interviewer. My feet about to move in his direction to ask him what was going on when the lights flashed bright, the camera clicked on, and the interview officially began.

"Hi Arthit, thank you for..."

My tensed shoulders finally relaxing when after a good fifteen minutes the conversation had mostly revolved around the new movie, his role, his upcoming projects, and other questions I have heard a thousand times before. Things Arthit is almost a pro at answering by now. Infact I am pretty certain he doesn't even need me around to deal with any of this anymore. Keeping one ear on their exchange, I once again began looking at my phone, beginning to respond to the gazillion emails that had bombarded my inbox while I let one morning slip by when suddenly my head snapped up when the latest question finally sunk in through my skull.

"So Arthit, a little birdie told us that there is romance brewing on the sets.  Can you confirm to all your fans today if the rumor really is true?"

"Haha, you know I can't confirm anything unless I know what the rumor really is, right? But it definitely seems like a very romantic season doesn't it?"

"Wait, so let me get this straight. Are you implying you are in a relationship?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a relationship per se."

"Then what should we call it?"

"Hmmm, that's an interesting question. Something I have been pondering on a lot myself actually."

"Have you found your answer yet?"

"Yup."

"And...?"

"Let's just say I may have reached the end of the hunt for my soul mate."

The words barely leaving his lips before he raised his eyes to look straight at me. My breath hitched in my throat as his gaze pierced right through my soul. My mind reeling from what he had just said, wondering if he was still playing the media at their own game or did it have any hidden meaning I was supposed to gleam. My brain still grappling at his words when he gave me a quick wink, the corner of his mouth twitching in a half-smile before he returned his gaze back to the shell-shocked lady in front of him also trying to figure out the meaning of his words.

"Woah, woah, woah. Are you serious?"

"C'mon sweetheart, would I ever joke with you?"

A nervous chuckle crossed her lips as she half blushed at the endearment, half frowned as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. Can she please also let me know once she has?

"So you are saying you have met your soul mate on this set?"

"Oh, heaven's no."

"But you just said..."

"I met my soul mate on a set alright, but it was a long time ago. I just happen to not realize it until recently."

"What took you so long?"

He raised his eyes once more. Locking them with mine. The small smile playing around his lips slowly vanishing as an expression so serious overtook his face that I could barely recognize the man I knew all these years. My own breathing having long since forgotten its regular beat. 

"I was an idiot. I have been a complete, total, inexcusable moron. I don't even know what to say. I thought I had everything I could possibly wish for. My career was taking off. All my movies were big hits. I had the best agent under the sun anyone could have ever hoped to have who also happened to be my best friend. I was constantly in and out of relationships and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why people kept going on and on about heartbreaks. It never made any sense to me. And of course it didn't. Turns out I had given my heart away years and years ago. I just didn't know it. Why did it take me so long to figure it out? I have no bloody idea. Maybe I was so comfortable in the way our relationship had shaped up. Maybe I was so content that everything I thought I wanted I already had. Or maybe I just got so complacent."

"So then...what changed?"

During the entire time, he had kept his gaze steadily trained on me. As if he was ignoring everyone else in the room. Everyone in the world. Only he and I existed. All his words directed straight towards me.

"I...think I finally realized what I was missing. What I was about to lose. What I had next to me all along but I was too blind to recognize. How much pain and heartache I must have caused with all my ignorance. And above all I wish I could find a way to tell him that if he ever gives me a chance I promise I will never ever let him down again. That I...I am in love with him."

I...

...think he may have left me speechless.

"Hang on. Him?  I thought we were talking about Krystal this whole time."