Arthit opened his eyes, and his heart was twice as heavy. He looked around the familiar surroundings, and he doesn't want to be here. He's afraid of what he will learn here.

"Can we go somewhere else?" Arthit turned to Present who was busy studying the many pictures on the walls.

"I don't choose where we go. We are here for a reason. This is your opportunity to find out." Present said while he continued to look at various pictures.

"Hey, I'm in these two pictures here. Look how cute I am." Present said excitedly.

"That's Em, not you." Arthit said rolling his eyes.

Arthit looked at the various pictures too. He noticed a few of the pictures that were there before were now missing.

He can still see pictures with him in them with their group of friends, but none of his solo pictures were there anymore. Also, all of their couples pictures were missing too.

Arthit walked towards the book shelf across the living room where his favorite picture is usually placed. The feeling of hopelessness, and pain hit him. Where did the picture go?

He turned around, and then spotted a box on the ground with its lid open. He peered inside, and there lay the picture he was looking for. He wanted to take it out, but his hand kept going through the box. Why was their picture inside this box? Are the other ones inside too?

Then he hear the bathroom door click. Out came Kongpob topless wearing just his boxer briefs, and a towel around his neck.

"I really wanted to pick him, but he wasn't available as he is one of your visits. He is so handsome, and look at that body." Present said as he looked at Kongpob from head to toe, and then back to his sizable package inside those briefs.

"Stop staring at my boyfriend you pervert. Why are you guys all perverts?" Arthit tried to block Present's view.

"We have no sexual desires. We only appreciate beautiful things." Present said. Arthit squinted his eyes at Present, and turned back to Kongpob. Even he has to admit, Kongpob is beautiful.

Kongpob walked over to the kitchen counter, and poured himself a glass of water. Kongpob's hair was still dripping, and Arthit has the urge to grab his towel to dry Kongpob's hair for him. He used to do that every time Kongpob stayed over in his dorm room. That feels like eons ago.

Kongpob's slim, yet built body was sexy and elegant. Arthit didn't even realize how much he misses Kongpob's warm touch. He walked closer to Kongpob, and tried to place his hand close to Kongpob's cheek. How did he not notice the dark circles under Kongpob's eyes this afternoon? He unsuccessfully tried to push back a strand of hair on Kongpob's forehead.

Kongpob stepped away from the kitchen, and walked into the bedroom. Arthit and Present followed behind him.

Kongpob went to his closet, and casually pulled a t-shirt out of his drawer, and put it on. His bags were already packed for his three days trip to Chiang Mai.

"Aww....why did he have to put a shirt on?" Present whined.

Arthit was glad Kongpob finally covered himself up. Now, what can he do to get him to put on some pants? That bulge doesn't need an audience.

Arthit saw Kongpob's bags on top of his bed, and he felt a pang to his heart. Kongpob is really leaving tomorrow.

Kongpob went, and sat at his desk. He leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath. He pulled out a little blue notebook, and picked up a pen.

Arthit has never seen this notebook before. He watched Kongpob flip through a few pages, and realized it's Kongpob's diary. He didn't know Kongpob still kept one. He knew Kongpob used to have one, but he didn't think Kongpob would still have time for such things. Thinking back, he loved one of Kongpob's old diaries. It was about their love story back in college.

Present hovered over Kongpob's other side, and Arthit pulled him back.

"Hey, it's private." Arthit said keeping his hand on Present's chest.

"Well, you're looking." Present challenged Arthit.

"He is my boyfriend. That's different."

"Are you sure he is still your boyfriend?" Present pointed to another box on the floor near him.

Arthit peered over, and his heart ached. He saw a stack of old cards, a stuffed teddy bear, a watch box, a preserved rose, and a few more picture frames stacked inside. They were all the gifts he had given to Kongpob over the years, and tokens of their love.

Arthit's eyes started tearing up.

"Are you really breaking up with me? Kong, tell me it's not true. You still love me, don't you?" Arthit asked which no one answered.

Arthit turned back to see Present had on a sad face while hovering over Kongpob's shoulder. So he wiped his tears away, and quickly went back to see what Kongpob was writing.

Dear Diary,

I've finally done it this time. I didn't back out. I've finally given back his gear. I don't think it represents his heart anymore. I haven't had his heart for a long time now. So, I have set him free. This may be the best for him and me.

I have been selfish for letting this drag on for so many years because I couldn't let him go. I have forced a love that wasn't there anymore. I am selfish, and I can't keep doing this to him, to me, and to us.

All these years, it's clear to see that he doesn't want the same things as I do. I was just blinded by my own feelings. Although my heart bleeds, I still think it's the right thing to do. I need to let him go to find his own happiness.

I haven't seen him smile for a long time now. I mean a true unadulterated smile. A smile that comes from his heart. Maybe he will smile again when he finds someone else. Someone that can make him feel love again.

I love him so much. I don't know if I will ever be able to stop, but I must. It's too painful to continue this way.

Arthit, I love you. I don't think I will be able to say these words to you again. But I will write them here everyday until that changes. I don't know if I will ever stop writing them, but I will try.

Kongpob sobs as he pens his thoughts downs, and pours his heart out. His tears dropped on the pages, and he sniffled before he continued to write.

"No Kong! This is stupid. Stop writing. I have never said I wanted anyone else. I have never said I don't love you. Why are you doing this to me? I'm just busy. Why can't you understand me? If you love me like you say you do, then why are you doing this?" Arthit yells and points to the box on the ground.

Arthit is now mad. He can't understand what the fuck is going on. Why is Kongpob orchestrating this drama?

This night is too much. He found out the promotion that he was working so hard for was never going to be his, his mother is sick from some mysterious illness, and his boyfriend is being a drama queen. What's next?

Arthit wanted to pull his hair out. Forget about being sad. He is just going ballistically mad. He wants to go back, and immediately call Kongpob, and yell some sense into him. He wants to call his dad, and yell at him too. He is not psychic. They should just tell him if his mom is sick. He wants to go to the office, and give Dan a piece of his mind. Charm? He has plenty of it.

"Kongpob, you just wait! I'm going to make you suffer for all this." Arthit glared, and pointed a finger to Kongpob.

Present stood there shaking his head while watching Arthit fume and yell at his boyfriend. Arthit was definitely one thick idiot.

Arthit was still yelling at Kongpob when Present grabbed his wrist.

"All these years, I have...." Arthit suddenly found himself back in his own bedroom again.

"My brother will be here in the next hour. Don't piss him off. He will kick your ass." Present's voice echoed loudly.

Arthit puts his finger down since Kongpob wasn't there anymore. He looked around, and he was alone. He looked at the clock, and it was 9 a.m.

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AN: Okay, double updates complete for today.

Is Arthit an idiot or what? 🙄