Rewrite The Stars (discontinued)

Autumn

It was September. Back in the Rojnapat’s household, a man in his early twenties could be seen swaying his hips back forth while happily humming to one of his latest favourite songs. It seemed like he was so engrossed in something and it turned out that he was in a pastel blue coloured nursery, organising the piling toys in there by neatly arranging each of them onto the shelf. 

He shook his head in amusement and sighed when he realized that despite the endless warnings he had given, his friends will never take them seriously thus the reason why the already large amount of toys in the nursery continued to grow day by day.

“They will never listen. Are they, Byul?” that delicate looking male, Arthit asked no one in particular as he rubbed his now swollen stomach once again. He smiled in delight and diverted his sight to the opened window of the nursery.

He then noticed the fallen brownish leaves floating aimlessly in the air and wasted no time to go outside. Closing the door of his house, he wore his shoes and decided to take a stroll in the park nearby. Arthit’s mother was making sure he was wearing the appropriate outfit since winter was approaching so the temperature was lower than the usual. 

Along the way, he had to stop several times to greet his neighbours who were asking him about his current condition and his child. Arthit thought he was really fortunate, it was a miracle they were still treating him with respect despite knowing about his current pregnancy status. None of them asked about the real identity of Byul’s father and Arthit couldn’t be more grateful. 

He finally bid them goodbye and clenched his teeth when a cold breeze unintentionally came in contact with his face. Arthit arrived at his destination and the sight in front of him was really something to behold. 

Kids were running and screaming aloud, pretty innocent smiles were pasted on their small faces. Some of them could be seen stomping their little feet on the fallen leaves scattered messily on the ground, producing the satisfying crunchy sound. Arthit grinned and was about to stroll around as planed when suddenly a very tiny girl whose age was probably around 5 or 6 approached him and put her palm on Arhit’s stomach.

“Wow! He is so big already!” Arthit frowned.

“Yes it is. How did you know it’s going to be a boy?”

The little girl grin’s widen.

“Well, my mommy says that if someone’s beauty enhances throughout their pregnancy, chances are the child they are carrying is a boy! And you are really gorgeous! You literally glow!”

Wait? How old was she again? She sounded so mature and those words used, definitely not something a 5 or 6 years old would do.

“T-thanks I guess? How old are you, kid? You sound… smart.” Arthit then noticed that this girl’s deep sharp eyes somehow reminded him of someone.

It bothered him. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Olivia and I’m 7 years old! My mommy is pregnant too at the moment with my baby sister!” Arthit found her adorable and reached out to ruffle the girl’s soft looking hair. The girl continued to stare at him with twinkling eyes and Arthit was sure he have met her somewhere. She looked too familiar. And also, how the hell this kid knew whether his beauty were enhanced or not if this was their first time meeting?

“I’m sorry but have we met before?”

“You seriously don’t remember me? I thought you like playing with me, P’Arthit!”

Now Arthit was terrified. Just when he was about to ask further, a voice was heard from a distance.

“Olivia! There you are. I’ve been searching for you everywhere!” Olivia then ran pass Arthit and to the direction of the said voice. Arthit was back facing the person and when he turned around to see who it was, he cursed.