(You can also find more of my works on AO3 - pinkgrapefruitie) The world was a blur once again. Ray liked it that way, the numbness, all the feelings kept at bay, the burn of the liquor running down his throat. He staggered, confused and unable to make out whose arms he was in. The scent was familiar but was lost in the overwhelming smell of the booze and vomit on his own clothes. Familiar. Comfortable. The smell of his own downfall.

Sand never thinks about ray, correction, he never NOT thinks about ray

How I would imagine things happen after ep 6 of only friends. ___ Nobody had ever loved him. Not his so called friends nor his father. Not even his own mother had ever told him that she loved him. Ray was sure of that. They all just saw him as a burden. Was he really that unlovable? But also, did he even deserve to be loved?

Everything we had was more than enough for me. I never thought that I would experience such a lasting memory. It's true that memories can be made but how long it will last depends on a person. Sometimes memories can just be kept when there's a long path waiting ahead.

This is a Thai BL fan fiction with multiple pairings.

"É por isso que amigos devem dormir em camas separadas E os amigos não devem me beijar como você me beija E eu sei que há um limite para tudo Mas meus amigos não me amam como você" Friends, Ed Sheeran.