the mark

can't be without my heart

3 months went by has type figured out things. He went back into being a mercenary. That only lasted a week. His first job back he couldn't kill.
Not that he couldn't but he wouldn't.
Tharn taught type that just wasent him.
Type had gotten his revenge now he needed to do what he loved. Moving to a secluded place in the city of pattaya.
It was a beautiful place by the water. At nights when he missed tharn the most he would go sit and watch the waves.
The first mouth without tharn was hard on his heart.
He spent the first 2 weeks in bed drinking.
In his low points he almost in his drunken states he was going to call tharn so he would have to hide his phone.
After waking up on the hotel floor he needed to change himself.
Getting a place he went though everything making sure he got rid of any tracking devices. To his surprise there weren't any.
"Guess he learned."
The days turned to weeks and he got a great job has a body guard for a high scale company.
Sitting on the beach he felt empty.
He had his knees to his chest, arms over them with his head on top.
"Can't believe it's been 3 months without you."
He cried.
Type hated that he turned back into his younger self. He had fallen in love with tharn at the Academy after the first time they had sex.
That night when tharn grabbed him out of the bed He was going to tell him the next day but he ended up leaving him.
Type breathed in deep.
"Why do i love you tharn?" "We've been nothing but toxic to each other."
Then a Smile came upon his lips when his heart started to race.
Despite everything that had happened between them from the under hand low plans tharn had to the fighting type knew in his heart he loved him.
Type took another deep breathe and stood up his eyes locked on the waves.
The next morning he didn't know quite what to do. Should he go back? It had been 3 months. Maybe tharn got over him. Tharn didn't even once try to contact him.
Type never changed his phone number and he didn't exactly hide himself.
Getting up he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth staring at himself in the mirror.
What should i do?
Even though type was the one to leave he couldn't handle if he saw tharn with someone else or to be rejected.
He shook his head. You've gotten so soft.
Finishing in the bathroom he went to his dresser getting dressed.
Going to his job he leaned his back to the wall deep in thought.
Even though your heart is his maybe you need to just move on type.
His heart sank but it still would beat.
Taking a deep inhale he needed to concentrate.
Once work was over type left going out in front to call a car.
With his phone to his ear he looked forward to have his eyes widen.
Tharn was on the other side coming out of a building with no expression.
Types heart raced and he put his phone partly down with the taxi service talking in the receiver.
There was a black car in front of him. The driver was standing to the side with the door opened.
Tharn looked up without thinking to freeze.
The two stood there on the opposite sides of the sidewalks looking at each other. Type gulped but didn't move.
Tharn leaned slightly forward but he closed his eyes. Shaking his head.
Type then with his phone put his arm down to the side of him.
Tharn then bent his body and he got in the car.
The driver closed the door and has he rounded the corner he looked at type while he had his drivers side door open.
Types eyes darted has he heard the taxi service. He brought the phone back up to his ear, eyes locked to the driver.
Tharn was in the car letting the tears fall.
In the 3 months only thing he did was work and sleep. His world had no meaning to him anymore. Tharn felt nothing. Everything was bleak. He even slept on the couch. He couldn't sleep in his room. Tharn was about to sell his home to move to London. He wanted to get out of Thailand.
Taking a deep shakily inhale he got confused why they weren't moving.
He placed his finger to the button that would make the window to his driver go down then his head shifted to the side.
Then his eyes widen.
Type got in the car looking wide eyed at tharn.
The driver closed the passenger door with a smile. He knew tharn well and he hated he was depressed.
Then he went back to the car getting in, he drove away.