The sun has long gone to sleep, the deep blue endless sky is absent of moon making the night much more dark. A majestic beach with white foams unfolds in the twinkling warm lights from one or two little tourist shops which are open yet. Once the aqua blue ocean has turned black resembling a moonless sky. Waves after waves are crashing against the shore wetting it in its wake. The sea breeze is less heated, a fresh welcome from the flames basting at daytime bringing a whiff of salty water. Nature sure has painted a mesmerizing and equally soothing and peaceful atmosphere.
Sidewalks are mostly empty except some peddlers and ice cream stalls, few couples can be seen strolling around with hand in hand, some are jogging with ear buds on, rest are just there to get away from noise, whether outside or inner no idea. In simple terms, everyone is enjoying the stress free environment, far away from the noisy and running life full of cities.
A lone figure sitting in plain dark, near the shore, eyes fixed at horizon listening to the waves echoing once in a while. The cool and brisk wind tasting of salts plays with the raven locks. Despite the soothing environment, his brain is getting tired from failed attempts of wiping certain images from its surface. His heart is lost. He is lost. A war battling inside him, where opponent is no one but himself.
He had been out of everything since last evening. Not able to stand in the confines of four walls, he wanders out of his dorm and then keeps on walking. His feet led him to this sea. Thinking that the quiet of beach would help him in getting rid of the tumult, the uproar agitation, he just sat there looking at the sea.
"Mommaaa ahhh!!! It hurts"
A cry from a little girl awakens Arthit from his inner turmoil. He looks to his left where a lady is on her knees hugging the girl. The kid would not be more than 5 years old. The mother wipes the tears, shaking her head may be telling her not to cry. Then the lady poked girl's tummy eliciting a cheerful giggle which soon turned into laugh. The crashing sound of waves mixed with kid's giving a musical change to the serene atmosphere.
The play of events remind him of how his son and Kongpob used to have the same interactions just a lot more sweeter. The love and care shining in Kongpob's eyes for Asnee is the purest one, unconditional and the same goes for his son. They share the unique and enduring bond like parents have with their children. He missed those moments.... It feels like they were from another world..some different time.
Asnee!!! Oh NO!!!!
Like a thunderbolt, it strikes Arthit that he had been off grid for more than 24 hours and today is Friday. On weekends Asnee lives with him and now that he is here, who is with his son???? He had not even thought to inform any of his friend to take care of Asnee before he was up and left....shitshitshit!!!! Where is my fucking phone???fuckfuckfuck!!!!..
Arthit cursed when he didn't found his mobile after fumbling his jean pockets. Anxiety and fear for his son's safety gripped him and Arthit dashed like a madman with one goal in his mind.
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ASNEEEE!!!!ASNEE!!!!!!!
Arthit stormed inside banging the doors open with force, screaming at the top off his lungs for his kid. With erratic heart jackhammering against his rib cage, fire pulsating through veins, shallow panting, burning calfs and jelly legs, Arthit felt himself collapsing any minute. His throat is parched, scratchy and hoarse from all shouting he had done. His eyes roaming all over the condo as he flungs open each door. He runs upstairs to check but the whole condo was empty. He comes downstairs and falls on his knees thinking the worst when he heard the most melodious voice in the entire universe.
" Dadaa!!!!"
He looked up and saw his 2 year old son sprinting to him on his short legs hugging something. His eyes crinkling in happiness, his melodious laugh surrounding the vacant house. Arthit engulfs Asnee in a tight hug slamming him against his chest whispering thanks to almighty. Solace mixed with gratitude inundated his senses and his eyes gets damp. His heart stirred the same emotions, Arthit had felt when he had held the new born baby very first time.
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Untamed Hearts
Fanfiction" You are MINE and I will destroy each and everyone who tries to come between us" A single night changed Kongpob for ever leaving him broken and scarred for life. Like a wave, Arthit came into his life and he started to heal, rebuild his ruined lif...
