Some confessions are never meant to be heard. Joong Archen doesn't believe in God, doesn't believe in fate, and certainly doesn't believe in sitting inside a church confession box on a Saturday afternoon - but his parents don't give him much of a choice. He expects silence. He expects boredom. He doesn't expect to hear the boy from his university pour his entire heart out to a priest who isn't there. Dunk Natachai has been carrying a secret for three years - a name he whispers only to himself and his friends, a feeling he tucked away behind hospital appointments and borrowed time. He has six months left, and a heart that was always too full in more ways than one. What begins as one stolen confession unravels into an unexpected friendship, quiet Sunday mornings, borrowed laughter, and a love that neither of them planned for. But time has always been the cruelest variable - and six months is both everything and nowhere near enough. Some people come into your life like a prayer. And some prayers, no matter how hard you hold them, have an expiry date.
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