One Shot

The second story has come out. Sometimes we think, why not combine the stories together?

OS

There are still people asking to come and get married. I understand the feeling of the person who wrote it and continued to write it without stopping because he was crazy. Haha.

This story has a sad drama theme. Because the music you listen to brings out a very sad mood. But it doesn't quite match the main point. That is, it matches Prem's but doesn't match Wat's. Readers are probably like listening to this song, why did the story come out like this? Haha.

Don't talk too much, please enjoy.

OS

You can draw Premwad.

“Do you think he loves me?”

“Why did he do this?”

“My heart, why doesn't he see the value?” After saying that, Prem grabbed a glass of wine, he didn't know how much, and poured it into his mouth. Without fear of whether it will hang tomorrow or not. Why be afraid? What will happen to a body without a heart?

"Oh, that's enough, are you going to eat me to death?" Wad sat and watched Prem drink alcohol for several hours.

“Oh, let him die. Why will I stay?”

"I..." P'Wak, who used to openly curse him loudly in the middle of the cheering room, had tears welling up in his sharp, fierce eyes.

"I think you've gotten drunk enough and gone to bed. You're shouting like this. I'll throw shit in the next room. Go." Wad took Prem to lie down on the bed and then went to get a towel to wipe off the drunk man who still wouldn't give in. sleep

"You go to bed and I'll pack your things for you," he said then covered the older man with a blanket. Then he closed the door quietly.

Drawing out to pick up the liquor bottles that P'Prem had left in the mess with a straight face. But there was a flicker in his eyes. After finishing cleaning up the trash, I opened the bedroom again and looked to see a drunk person already asleep.

“Sweet dreams, Prem.” The door closed softly.

I walked back out of my close friend's room with various feelings, but the most obvious was pain. It hurts here after Prem said he didn't want to live anymore.

He is hurt that Prem doesn't love himself.

Even though that girl couldn't compare in the slightest to Prem's love.

Taking him to kill still doesn't make me this angry.

to hurt the person he "loves"

Sometimes I don't know how to feel about myself.

I don't know if I should be angry at that woman. Are you angry at Prem or angry at yourself?

Drawing myself is very tiring.

I'm so tired that I want to let go.

But it can't be done… Really can't do it.

It hurts too.

I love him one-sidedly.

I want you to turn around and look once.

That I still have me here