A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Sapol's POV

"Have you invited him to your birthday celebration yet?" my mom's question broke into my thoughts.

"Mom, it's still a week away," I complained.

Unknown to my mom, though, I was silently calling her a psychic because Win had been constantly on my mind from the time that he had left for his university studies until this very day.

I missed him so much.

When I went over to his house to help him pack, the day before he was going to settle in his dorm, I had told him in no uncertain terms that I still loved him and that I was going to miss him very much.

I did not blame him for the reason that he broke off with me. But he had promised that we would remain good friends and I told myself that I should at least be happy with that.

A tear would still roll down the side of my face whenever I recalled that fateful day that he decided that it would be best for us to stop seeing each other.

I had tried to argue with him that his excuse for breaking off with me was for such a flimsy reason but the more I argued with him the more I felt that he had grown farther and farther away from me.

I admit that I am twenty seven, making me six years older than him but my additional experiences in life compared to his mere twenty one made me more capable of taking care of him. Did he find me too old for him? But we shared the same interests and we had so many things in common.

His excuse was that he needed to focus on his studies but that we could remain friends. I could only hope that by the time he came home, he was still the same Win that I know, the same Win who had said that he loved me. The same Win who would moan and call out my name repeatedly in the height of......

I shook my head to dispel the image. It only served to twist the knife in my heart.

My birthday was going to fall on the first day of his semester vacation, so unless he  had decided to spend it somewhere else, he had no excuse not to come to my birthday party because he and his family lived only one block from my family's residence.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Ohm's POV

I had awaken in the morning thinking about Win.

I could tell when he turned down my invitation to spend his semester vacation with me, that he was undecided about me. I had shown him in many ways that I was interested in more than just friendship with him. I wasn't even giving any hints. I was putting it out there to him in no uncertain terms.

But that was all I could do. I could only invite and then wait for him to accept. I wasn't someone who would force anyone into anything. It had to be a mutual thing otherwise it wouldn't work and it would just be a waste of my time and his.

At this point in time, I was just grateful that he had accepted my invitation to have breakfast at my place. Although my parents had hired really good chefs who could whip up whatever dish I fancied, I found it fun to cook for myself. I learned how to cook at a very young age.

I told Win to make himself comfortable on the couch and watch TV while I prepared our breakfast but he insisted on joining me in the kitchen to watch me cook.

"For as long as you're in the kitchen with me, you might as well make yourself useful," I said teasingly.

He was more than happy to help mince the scallions and the tomatoes and the red onions.

While he was doing that I fried the bacon strips to a crisp and then crumbled them and mixed them into the eggs that I had previously whisked in a deep bowl.

"These ingredients are ready," Win announced bringing over the chopping board to me.

I noticed though that he was sniffling and was teary eyed.

"Aww," I said, taking the chopping board and setting it down beside the bowl of whisked eggs and crispy bacon bits.

I took him in my arms and hugged him tight.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered into his ear. "I shouldn't have made you cut up the onions."

I was expecting him to move away after a few seconds but he allowed me to keep my arms tightly around him until we heard his phone ringing in his pocket.

It was not the generic tone of an iPhone. It was a specialized ringtone for someone he knew. Someone who was close to him, like a parent maybe, or a sibling, or a......... no, I wasn't going to entertain that thought.

He broke free of me to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"Will you excuse me?" he asked, starting to walk out of the kitchen.

"Sapol?" I heard him say after he swiped his finger on his phone.