I am him ✔

Chapter 7- Memories

Since there was class first thing the next morning and training for the first year students would officially begin after the afternoon session, Arthit has really no reason to let everyone  stay up late with him. So, even though he really didn't want to come back and face the empty room, he had no choice but to dismiss with his friends shortly after dark up.

Yet the lights across the street hadn't come on either.

Unlike his group of friends, it was obviously a little early for a couple to separate at this time.

Or maybe, there was no need to separate at all.

Arthit's heart seemed to have gone numb, and was not surprised at the fact that they might still be dating.

Forcing a smile on his face after spending so much time with his friends, Arthit's spirit was inevitably a little tired, and even his brain seemed to be aching.

Lying helplessly on his bed, it wasn't long before the phone he had tucked in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

"Senior Arthit, let's meet."

The number was M's, and after breaking up with Kongpob, he had deleted everything about them.

Just deleting wasn't the same as forgetting.

If he could, he'd like his brain to be like a hard drive, selecting all the unwanted memories and throwing them all into the recycle bin.

And then the recycle bin had to be emptied.

Unfortunately, amnesia was always a good thing that was reserved for the protagonists of fictional TV shows, but it seemed that it was not his turn.

"I thought senior didn't believe Kongpob didn't go to tuition? Then you can come over now."

He still remembered every word of M's text message from a year ago, even the address below.

It was the first time he'd been to M's place, and the last time he'd seen those two.

The beds were messy, the clothes were unkempt, and anyone who wasn't blind could see what they were up to.

But after the initial outrage, Arthit still couldn't help but wait for Kongpob to come to him with an explanation.

Unfortunately, the only thing that came from waiting was three words sent from his phone.

"I am sorry."

He refused to speak in person.

He hadn't known he hated those three words so much before.

Arthit thought he'd forgotten it long ago, but he still remembered every single detail of it.

He even remembered the clothes Kongpob had thrown at the foot of the bed that day or dragged him hard to the mall with him.

In fact, if people are shocked to a certain extent, that moment is the most sober.

He really hated this sobriety.

And by now, Arthit also really admired M's mentality, who had clearly shown that hateful face to him, but still managed to call him senior respectfully after the reunion as if nothing had happened.