SarawaTine
Tine drove his car in the middle of the night, heading home. He let his playlist shuffled and played random songs when suddenly it decided to play Scrubb's song. Tine lose control for a split seconds and slowed down. A tear slipped down his cheek.
It's been two years since Sarawat left him for good. Two years since the day Tine broke down in the hospital's hallway, screaming. Two years since that car crash that took Tine's life, Sarawat.
Tine thought that time would heal his wounded heart and lifeless soul. If time does heal, then it was clear that two years was not enough.
The song still raced to Tine's ears, made his eyesight blurry so he had to shove away those tears if he didn't want any accident happened. Tine froze by the thoughts. Maybe a car accident doesn't sound so bad. But Tine snapped his thoughts right away and came back to reality. No, that's not what Sarawat wants.
Tine focused on his driving while still listening to the song. He remembered that this song was the first song that Sarawat sang for him, in Sarawat's room, when Tine came to take Sarawat's guitar. He still remembered clearly how he felt at that time. Happy, relax, and a little bit of admiration. Tine smiled through his tears remembering those happy moments.
Tine still drove his car when he passed a pub. That pub, they often came there. That's the pub where Sarawat sang for him, the pub that made Tine realize that he was jealous. There's so much memory that pub held.
Tine parked in the garage and went right to his room. Their room.
Tine still stayed there. Didn't want to move away. That house held so much memory of Sarawat. It was precious for Tine. He remembered the day they moved in. He had so much fun that day. It wasn't long after they became boyfriends. Again, pain struck through Tine's heart. He let out a long sigh before heading to the bathroom.
Tine brushed his teeth and looked at the mirror. He could see clearly, Sarawat stood behind him, grinning ear to ear, ready to tease him. Sarawat always teased Tine. The most annoying thing that Sarawat did was the peck on the cheek that he gave during brushing teeth together. The paste would be shown clearly on Tine's face every time he did that, and not so long after Tine would get his revenge.
Tine couldn't stop thinking about him. They did almost everything together, and that makes it even harder for Tine to move on. Every little thing that he saw will remind him of Sarawat. And he hated himself for that.
He knew that he had to let go. It's not good for both Sarawat and Tine if Tine still stayed in the sadness bubble. But Tine couldn't escape. There's nothing that could make him forget.
Tears slipped through his cheeks again, this time brushed by the running water from the shower. He sat there and buried his face on his knees.
It hurted him so much to remember every little details of Sarawat but couldn't see him anymore. Those eyes, nose, lips, every curve of Sarawat's body couldn't slip away for Tine's mind, but there's nothing he could do to see them again. There's no chance for him to see that pretty face again. No chance for him to kiss that lips again. No chance for him to hug that body tight again.
Tine sobbed, "I miss his warm hugs." He said through his painful sobs.
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28.04.20
fuck i cried :(
