Stumbled In Love [Complete]

34.

I wiped my arm across my eyes, soaking my elbow with tears, unfortunately not as discretely as I would have hoped. Two handkerchiefs instantly being shoved in my hands which was immediately followed by chocolates that I had already been voraciously consuming for the last hour.

"Can we just murder the bitch already? No seriously, I'm sure I can find at least a few people willing to do the job. Actually, if they get to talk to her beforehand I bet they might even do it for a discount."

"Please, Erica, let's not go so wild yet. We need to think a little more reasonably at this moment."

"But Mrs. P the longer that devil is alive the more chances she is going to get to torture Arthit."

"Oh I totally agree, I just mean we shouldn't deprive Arthit the satisfaction of strangling that woman himself."

The three of us simultaneously reaching for the gigantic pile of ice cream currently sitting on my table as they tried to voice my thoughts for me while I sniffled myself to some semblance of normality.

And if you are wondering how we have managed to find ourselves here it was pretty much Kong taking one look at my distressed face and freaking out to the point that I ended up consoling him instead.

What followed was him practically carting Mrs. P and Erica to my apartment himself, loading the place up with a mile-long list of desserts, and currently scurrying around town loading up on food that would surely last me till the end of this year. All while calling literally every two and a half minutes to make sure I was still okay.

Was I ok?

I'm not really sure myself. I don't even remember the last time these dead eyes have felt tears sting at them because of her.

Dealing with my mother for years had always chipped away at my existence little by little. Knowing full well what I was becoming despite straying away from her influence as much as I could. But today it wasn't about her. Today was about Sol.

"I still can't believe Sol would say something like that."

The disappointment in Mrs. P's voice more than apparent as we finished listening to the recording once again. Probably the fifth time now since Kong had left to get us dinner.

"I'm still in the camp of giving him the benefit of the doubt. I have known Sol for years and I really think there is more to all of this."

"Are you kidding me? Did you even hear the same recording? He called her mom. That to non-sarcastically. They have been clearly communicating for god knows how long. And calling me difficult apparently. Then he goes and tells her that he will talk to me about doing them a favor, keeping aside the fact that it would require me to take advantage of someone. And then what about him meeting somebody and not wanting to come back? He tells her that and not me? In what world has he started hiding things from me?"

"Firstly, just cause you are a walking talking dictionary of cuss words doesn't mean he has a potty mouth too. You know he has always been polite to a fault. Oh and you are difficult, that is not even debatable at this point. Secondly, you are right, we don't know how long they have been talking. This was one conversation out of God knows how many. And you can bet your ass she cherry-picked the worst of them all to make you listen, so why are you making it rain tears without knowing the whole picture. And of course, most importantly, why the fuck are you throwing a fit about him not telling you about his love life when you haven't squeaked a word about Kong to him?"

"How is that the same at all? His relationship makes him not want to come back? Mine barely even qualifies as one. Kong in my life literally changes nothing."