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Tawan Chansiri never liked the noise of people. He found comfort in quiet corners, behind sketchpads, beside windows, beneath the shade of trees where no one would look for him.
Until Kritsada Thavornchai walked into his world.
They met by accident, a missed umbrella during a downpour, a quiet gesture of sharing, and a moment that lingered too long.
Tawan didn't mean to care. Krit didn't mean to stay.
But sometimes, love doesn't announce itself, it just arrives quietly, like the rain that finds its way into your skin.
And when the weight of Tawan's loneliness begins to pull him away, Krit holds on, not loudly, not with promises, but with presence.