Coffee Cup

Type Thiwat has always somewhat hated life a little too much to see tomorrows bleeding into his black-grey pallete of a sky. He hated being awake to see sunrises. He hasn't really known much other than hating for as long as he can remember. Save for the café down the corner of his street which he has suspiciously earmarked for wednesday mornings.

Tharn Kirigun has loved in colours and warmth for as long as he can remember. Loved his life, loved making music, loved his friends and everything else that came in between. It came as easy to him as bees to a honeycomb. Until it no longer did. Just until he loved his wednesday mornings and the little café a few minutes away from his college, a little too much for his life to be comfortable.