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The Lines We Never Crossed
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Ongoing, First published Nov 05
Mature
Pond and Phuwin have known each other since they were born and were inseparable from the age of three. They stayed best friends never leaving each other's sides, never being apart going to the same schools. Pond was the first person Phuwin told he was gay,and Pond comforted him when he was bullied for it when his parents wouldn't accept it.  When they got to the university age Pond was under the impression they would still be together. Then one day Phuwin left... nothing just left. Pond was heartbroken left wondering if he just crossed the line would Phuwin still have gone? Now Phuwin is back but hes different...cold indifferent and not himself... just what happened in the years they were apart? Meanwhile Joong Dunk and Keng Namping are wondering what happened too will Phuwin tell anyone?
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"Tutoring was the excuse. Watching was the habit." ------ At an elite high school where reputation is currency and silence speaks louder than words, two students orbit each other in quiet contradiction. Pond is everything the campus expects-wealthy, untouchable, and sharp-edged. He walks the halls like he owns them, eyes cold, voice clipped, never lingering too long on anyone. Except for one boy. Phuwin is warmth in human form. Soft-spoken, sunlit, and always a little out of place among the polished chaos of privilege. He doesn't know why Pond seems to hate him. He doesn't know why he was chosen to be Pond's personal tutor. But when the offer came, he said yes without hesitation-his voice steady, his eyes too bright. What begins as a reluctant academic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. There are glances that linger too long, silences that feel heavy, and a history neither of them is ready to speak aloud. Somewhere between late-night study sessions and quiet moments no one else sees, the truth waits-tangled in memory, pride, and the softest kind of longing. Not everything is as it seems. And not every silence means indifference. ---