whiterabbit_32
Film was diagnosed with a chronic, uncurable illness, the kind that made everyone look away, avoid responsibility, and quietly give up before even trying. Everyone except Namtan, the doctor assigned to her case. Where others saw a "waste of time," Namtan saw a girl who deserved more than a countdown. She became the only one willing to stay.
They spent countless hours together. On days Film felt strong enough to move, she would whine about wanting to go outside, touch fresh air, see something other than white walls. And every time, without fail, Namtan would be the one pushing her wheelchair out to the small hospital park. She never treated it like a burden, if anything, she treated it like a privilege.
Film became attached to her, relying on Namtan for everything, meals, comfort, warmth, company. Being an orphan meant she had no one waiting for her, but Namtan never once complained about becoming her "someone." She even smuggled outside food into Film's room, whispering conspiratorially even though it was breaking hospital rules.
One night, Namtan wanting Film to feel alive in a way medicine never could, Namtan brought her a small painting kit. Film spent hours creating a single piece: a painting of Pluto, the lonely planet, drifting in the farthest corner of the solar system. She gave it to Namtan with a shy smile. Namtan placed it on her office desk immediately, like it was something priceless.
But fate has its own sense of cruelty.
And eventually... it whispered a truth neither of them were ready for.
Because soon, their Pluto, the girl who existed quietly at the edges of everyone else's world, but brightly at the center of Namtan's was going to drift far, far away sooner than either of them hoped.
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