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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 14

The world had lost its luster. The brightest of the suns was no longer enough to brighten the grim mood of the young actor whose heart was as black as his disheveled hair as he struggled to extricate himself from the cocoon of blankets he had thrown over him the day before. At the same time giving him a bulwark between himself and the world. Between him and the bruising of his wandering soul.

This morning the room was plunged into darkness and a heavy, unusual calm reigned in the small condo.

And for a moment, when the boy had opened his eyes and blinked several times to clear his vision, he was left confused and lost in the partial darkness of the familiar room. A dim light seeped into the room through the blinds and let the lighting filter through to identify its surroundings.

It was the bedroom in his condo. His home. At Bangkok.

And the memories rekindled in Mark's still asleep and lost mind.

The shooting had continued in a rather sinister atmosphere for the black haired boy. All his thoughts being stuck in an abyss of gloom and loneliness. People who approached him couldn't get more than they needed from him. And that was enough.

It was all the actor was capable of. The days passed, he worked with his colleagues. He was feeding, forcing the food to slide down his tight throat. He was chatting without paying real attention to his interlocutors. He was sleeping.

He was avoiding Peam.

And Gun...

He felt empty. And depressed.

Then it was over. The last days had passed without the young man realizing it. And he was already on the plane back to take him home.

Beside him, Perth had given him worried looks the entire flight, but hadn't tried to strike up a conversation.

Inwardly, Mark wondered vaguely if his young friend hadn't stayed by his side more to make sure he wasn't doing anything stupid rather than for the sake of his company.

Mark hasn't been the best company he wants lately.

When they arrived at the airport and all the cast, as well as the staff, wished each other their congratulations and shared their farewells as well as their thanks, Mark had remained silent. Standing in the middle of the airport hall, unsure of what to do.

Only once had his gaze met Gun's. A minute that had lasted forever. A frozen moment as both of them took time to cope with the end of their journey.

Then Gun had left the airport. Alone.

The situation seemed unreal. Mark's confused mind was of no help to him. And to tell the truth, the young man hardly remembered what had happened to him at the exit of the airport. His memory vaguely reminded him that Perth had driven him home. In his condo. In which was still some of the belongings of his former lover.