Peraya:The One Shot Library

Pink Skies

Summary: Krist and Singto 20 years into the future. 

'The sky is pink here'

The text reads. Krist smiles. 

He doesn't have to check the sender's name to know who sent him that text. It is someone Krist had once dreamt a lifetime with; someone who had once been Krist's Prince Charming, someone who had once been Krist's fairytale.

But sadly, all fairytales must come to an end.

Those days are long gone now, the days that feel like a lifetime away today. Those days from a million years ago, the days when Krist was young. His aching bones are testimony to the fact that those days are no longer his own. They are just a figment of his memory; nothing more, nothing less.

But that doesn't mean Krist doesn't remember those days, or a forlorn smile doesn't grace his ageing face when he thinks about those days of his youth. 

Today, on his 45th birthday, he fondly thinks back to the past; he thinks back to a time when love had bloomed in his heart. Nothing remains the same anymore, of course it doesn't.

Krist Perawat is no longer an actor, no longer a young man, no longer does he have a "ship". All that had ended when his partner had moved to the States. 

Krist had known when Singto had left; he had known it in his mind that this meant the end of the road for them. Singto would never come back, Krist had sensed it when Singto had left. But he had still hoped. 

But as the years drew on, that hope had extinguished, just like their ship had died. A few loyal fans had stayed beside them, supporting them even as Krist left acting to pursue his dream of becoming a musician and as Singto started out as a Director of Photography in the United States.

'Life never stops Kit; it will go on whether you like it or not. Until you die.'  

Singto had once told him this, as they lay in bed, entangled in each other, the sky turning pink outside, signalling the break of a new dawn. 

And those words were true. Life went on, they separated, took different paths, made different identities, became a part of different societies. And they grew older. 

Both had aged gracefully. Krist's radiant ethereal beauty increasing as the years rolled on, while Singto's rugged handsomeness getting more pronounced as he aged; exactly like fine wine. 

In the naivety of his young love, krist had once believed they would grow old together. In the days of boyish amour, Krist had thought that they would lie in each other's arms as the skies changed colour, from bright blues to soft pinks to vibrant oranges to dull greys.