HIS MUSE (COMPLETE)

Bruised and Battered

It was 7 in the morning. Mew had arrived at his office before 7 in the morning like clockwork for the past 2 months. His mornings were filled with happiness and apprehension of seeing his muse walking to school. Regardless of how busy he was or whether he had work to do; he would make sure that he was standing by his window staring down at the streets below while waiting for his muse. Staring and looking at the young man whose name was still a mystery made his day. Later in the afternoon depending on the young man's timetable, he would walk back home. Sometimes he would walk back home at around 2, sometimes 3 or sometime very late in the evening at 6 or 7. Mew would wait. The only times he would not be waiting was when he had to leave the country. That was when he would be sulking while thinking of his muse thousands of kilometres away. His muse made him happy. His muse made his days. His muse would make his restless self calm.

Once Mew was on a meeting with investors through Google Meet when his muse walked back home. Mew had craned his neck just to see him go back home as he could not leave the meeting with his investors. Mew wondered how he looked like to his potential investors looking all frazzled and distracted that day. His muse turned him into a simpering fool without even knowing his existence. The other day, he was on his phone with his mother discussing about the Annual Suppasit Charity Gala that his family would run every year when his mother caught him getting distracted. It was because he was waiting for his muse to walk home and when he was discussing with his mother his muse stopped at the intersection looking up at him. Well, not AT him but maybe his building but that distracted him enough until his mother babbling failed to bring him out of his trance.

Mew checked his Patek Phillippe wristwatch. It was close to 7.30 and the school would commence soon. Where was his muse? Was he okay? Did he fall sick or something? Mew fidgeted restlessly. Mew's spirit lifted when he saw a very familiar silhouette from far. There he is Mew thought. Standing above the rest of the pedestrians along the pavement, it was easy to find his muse.

"What the hell!!" Mew hissed all of the sudden.

    His muse's face was bruised. His muse was limping. Mew scrambled to his window to get a clearer view of him. He was not smiling. He was not laughing. In fact, he looked melancholic.

"What happened to you Baby?" Mew muttered.

    Mew took out his cellphone. Then he snapped a few photos of his muse. As the light turned green, his muse limped slowly towards his school. Mew on the other hand called one of his assistants.

"Miss Walsh. Please come to my office."

    Mew stared at the photos in his phone. He traced his finger on his muse battered face. He turned around when he heard the knock on the door.

"Come in."
"Yes Mr Suppasit?" Miss Walsh said the moment she stepped into his office.
"I have emailed you photos of a young man. I want his complete dossier as soon as possible. He is from St. Xavier High School." Mew stated.
"I will send the dossier as soon as it is ready Sir. Anything else?"
"Please do it in utmost discretion." Mew reminded.
"Yes Sir."
"Thank you Miss Walsh." Mew said and she left his office.

    Mew sat down and continued to look at the pictures in his cellphone. His muse's eyes were filled with sadness that morning. Gone were the mischievous thinking in his eyes. Gone were his dazzling smiles.

"What happened to you Baby?" He murmured.

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    Before afternoon rolled in, Mew received a message from Miss Walsh saying that she had compiled the dossier and had emailed everything needed to Mew. He thanked his ever-efficient assistant and immediately grabbed his tablet to check the dossier. It was rather amusing to him as he would finally learn his muse's name. He opened his email and clicked.His name was Gulf Kanawut and he was 18 years old.