Beside You - RamKing

Chapter 7

《Hello again, I'm back with an introduction to a new chapter.

It feels as if a lot of time passed between starting to write the last chapter and now, seeing how the votes increased so much, for all of my stories. In just these past 3 days (I think) this story got from 200 views to 465. And "Behind the Glass" and "The Mate" got almost or even a bit over 100 views. 

I'm really happy, seeing that you seem to enjoy my stories, leave a comment if you want to say anything or have wishes and I'll make sure to look at it. I didn't thought this stories would really be read by anyone, so I'm not just surprised but happy.

The song for this part: Hurts so good - Astrid S (best is the slowed and reverbed version on spotify) Edit: It sadly got deleted guys.

Enjoy the read everyone ♡ 》

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* Rams PoV *

What happened that night, still kept lingering feelings inside me, even three days later they were still present. Guilt, Pain, Longing and sorrow... maybe I should add sadness and anxiety to this list as well.

All of them were crambled together inside me, almost as if someone made a knot in my heart, and those emotions lived there. It kept me awake sometimes at night, making me stare to the ceiling or turn to King, who layed in his bed 1,5 meters away, while I laid in mine.

In a normal setting, if King wasn't in this state, he would have recognised the storm of feelings inside me, or how I seemed to get eaten up by an enormous venus flytrap.  He would have been able to see it and I would have felt comfort in him. I could have overcome those feelings, at least for now.

But this wasn't a normal setting. The person I loved, King, had been kidnapped, traumatised and was close to dying. Even that was more then I could handle. And additionally.... it happened because of my father. If King hadn't been so close to me, he would have been safe. He would be okay. He would speak and laugh and joke and touch his plants and....

I closed my eyes in frustration and pain, loosing sight of the ceiling that I was staring at, but rather welcoming the darkness before my eyes now.

I gave my best, keeping my composure when King was awake. But when he slept at night, when I was in the bathroom alone, or when he had to get to a test outside his room, waves of feelings broke in, as if all walls had crumbled and an ocean was flooding me.

"Let's have a short talk outside."

A person whispered to me and I instantly opened my eyes, exposing  my watery eyes to the Senior that stood in the tight spot between my bed and the window front.

After glancing at the still sleeping King, I nodded and stood up, slipping in my nikes, while still wearing the grey t-shirt and black sweatpants.

We reached the terrace again, our new secret-talk spot, took a seat and both sighed.

"Why did you want to go out?", I just silently asked, looking at the enlightening sky and the fog between the skyscrapers closeby.

"Your face tells your secrets, Nong Ram."

My glance shifted, looking right at P'Bohn, the person who had became my mate-in-pain that night. Though, we had a different kind of love for King, we both were worried and, even without asking, I knew that his thoughts must be a bit similar to mine. But at least, he didn't bear the guilt of being the reason for this.