Someone told me to compose 1 story of Chris Singto on Loy Krathong Day in exchange for the fic I want to read. Finally finished decorating. But it's already a little past Loy Krathong day, so don't mind that. This story is written in such a way that it is blurry and confusing. The plot is written like Another real dress What the heck is this? Haha. Anyway, I've already written it. Let's try reading it.

If you like it or don't like it, you can criticize it. Always willing to listen to all opinions. "1 opinion of the reader is 1 encouragement of the writer"

Thank you in advance. Happy Loy Krathong Day everyone.

P.S. 1 Thank you Nong Natch. For the encouragement that helps stimulate the fire. and can ride until the end Even if it's not what you think. He's sorry.

P.S. 2: A message to the mothers in Dom Ped. They have already written it as promised. Sent the specs for me to read as well. Hehe.

“On the full moon day of the twelfth lunar month, water filled the banks. We are all men and women. Really have fun on Loy Krathong Day...”

The sound of loud music wafted through the crowd of people crowding into the large square on the edge of the large pond in the middle of the university. Both sides of the road are full of shops selling all kinds of things, whether it be snacks or snacks. Clothes, sundries There are also various play booths such as balloon darts and ring tossing.

Shooting guns and exchanging dolls or even little girls falling into the water games are also available. The sound of vendors yelling and competing with each other to call out to customers in a fun and festive atmosphere in the style of a Thai festival. But none of that could catch the attention of a skinny white guy in a t-shirt and dark jeans. His two hands were still supporting a large turtle-shaped bread basket, walking with the rhythm of human waves. that gradually flow forward Waiting in line to ask forgiveness from Mae Kongka for prosperity in life.

But nearly half an hour had passed and the person at the back of the line like him had still barely moved far. Beads of sweat, large and small, slowly appeared along the frame of his face, flowing down his slender chin before dripping onto his t-shirt until it was completely soaked.

“What winter is this hot and where are there going to be so many people? Is there no other place to float Krathongs?”

He muttered to himself in annoyance, not expecting that a university in the suburbs far away from the city would have so many people interested in Loy Krathong, even though last year there were only a handful of people joining the festival. Most of them were just students themselves, as they raised their upper arms to wipe away the sweat that continued to trickle down.

He was only able to walk a few more steps before he saw that the other side of the wide pond was free of people but not so dark that it was too lonely. I am very familiar with this university because I have been a student at this university before, so I know the route that can take me to the opposite side of the temporary pier that the university has prepared to facilitate those who come to visit the Loy Krathong festival.

Finally, he was able to escape from the commotion and was able to find himself on the other side of the pond which was quite quiet because people were paying more attention to the light and sound show on the stage on the other side. However, there was still music. It came faintly enough to tell that he was still in the atmosphere of the annual festival, not quite transported to another world.

“Phew, I'm so tired. Just crossing the bank of the pond was like running away from a battlefield. Knowing this, I wouldn't have stooped all the way here. Floating it just in the lotus basin in front of the dormitory is enough.”

He grumbled to himself again before picking up the lighter he just bought and the turtle bread container, pressing it on fire, pointing it at the end of the incense stick, which was decorated with colored paper folded into the shape of a simple artificial flower, then hurriedly walked towards it. along the river bank because they were afraid the wind would blow the candle flame out first, but because they were so busy putting the lighter in their pocket that they didn't even have time to look at the road ahead and their damned feet stumbled onto the roots of a large tree.

A thin figure rolled along the slope of the ground. This was followed by the sound of some object falling into the pond until water splashed up to the face.

Chom!

Lifting his head up from the ground, the clumsy man hurriedly grabbed the pair of glasses that had fallen on the grass next to him and put them on. Before opening his eyes wide, he loudly exclaimed and cursed obscenities when he saw that the large krathong that he had so carefully supported and hugged all the way had floated and fell face down in the middle of the water, within a distance that his hands could not reach to grab.

“Shit!!! My krathong!”

Alas, the cute turtle-shaped bread krathong had a sad fate. It fell into the water and floated on its back. Not long after, a large snakehead fish quickly popped up and snatched its head, followed by a small fish. Two or three others joined together and crushed all four legs, pulling them apart until only one leg was left attached to the round, fat body under the shell that was half submerged in the water. The unlucky young man could only Shocked, his jaw dropped as he watched his krathong slowly sink into the pond.

“Heh heh...Oops...hahahaha.”

Someone's laughter sounded out in the silence, causing the owner of the poor little turtle krathong who had just been viciously murdered by a group of fish to flinch. He didn't expect that someone would accidentally come by and see him, so he stood up and turned around to look. Carefully left and right before finding that the source of the mysterious laughter was coming from behind the banyan tree.

"What's so funny? Haven't you ever seen someone drop a krathong into the water?"

He shouted so loudly to cover up his embarrassment that he didn't even have time to think about when the owner of the voice had witnessed his awkward situation, even though he was sure there was no one else in the area at first. Immediately, the laughter suddenly quieted down. The shadow of someone moved slightly from behind the banyan curtain before he suddenly stood up. Miang looked at him with a look of astonishment.

“Did you… talk to me just now?”

The gentle voice of the strange young man's question made the thin, bespectacled young man raise his eyebrows. He looked around again and then replied angrily.

“Aside from you and me, are there anyone else here?”

“You...you saw me too? Since when did you see me? Since the first time I walked here?”

His excited tone and gesture of pointing his finger at himself like a child playing hide-and-seek and getting caught made the young man who owned the krathong even more perplexed. He couldn't help but think in his heart that he must have been the one who was more shocked that someone saw this embarrassing thing. He raised his head to look at the large moon shining down from the sky and down to the soft yellow lantern at the tip of the pole before his gaze fell on the sharp eyes on the other person's face.

“The moon is this full and there are lights shining down from this lamp post. If I don't see you I must have gone blind.”

He answered the question irritably as he surveyed the people standing a few meters away. On that side was a honey-skinned young man who was about the same height as him. But the figure is slightly more stocky. Look at the muscles in his upper arms peeking out from the bottom of his shirt and his firm chest under a light-colored striped collared t-shirt that buttons every button all the way to his neck.

They also wore dark brown, high-waisted cloth pants that were fastened with black leather pins. Judging from their slender faces, it looked like they were probably around the same age, but they were dressed in a very strange fashion and style. My hair was so smooth that the jar of hair gel was almost empty. No matter how the wind blew, it didn't wiggle a single strand. Instead, he made the other person look more like an old uncle getting ready to play a round at the golf course.

“Okay, now you really saw me, huh? I'm sorry I was rude and laughed at you just now. I didn't mean to, I was trying to hold back my laughter. But I don't think you'll hear it.”

A young man with glasses looks at a well-mannered person who laughs at others but then apologizes even though he should be angry and can't seem to get angry. But still irritated and upset with his own misfortune, he stood quietly looking at the other person's face. Didn't answer anything for nearly a minute.

“Forget it, just pretend you didn't notice what happened just now. For the past several days, my life has been full of bad luck until I'm starting to get used to it. Please excuse me first."

Looking a bit worried, the skinny young man decided to turn around and head back down the same route he had come. From the beginning, I had hoped that asking forgiveness from Mae Kongka today would make bad things worse. Things that happened to his life were somewhat deteriorating, but it seemed like there was no way possible, so he gave up trying to change his fate and continued to bow his head to accept his own fate, but his wrist was held back by another person's hand.

"Wait a minute, don't go yet. Hey! Can I catch you too? I can hold your arm too.”

The strange sentences that he heard made the young man with glasses feel like he was talking to a crazy person. He began to suspect that if he stayed any longer, something bad might happen. So he tried to shake his wrist to get free from his hold. But it turned out that the other person was holding him back by holding both his wrists and shaking them up and down in an expression of surprise, as if it were a miracle.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

“I'm sorry, I'm a bit excited. I haven't really talked to a real person in a long time. It's true. You came here to float a krathong. I'll find a new krathong instead so you can relieve your frustration. You wait here for me and watch the performance on stage. Just a moment and I'll be back.”

Even though he intended to walk away from this deranged man, he didn't know why he agreed to believe the other person. It was as if something had inspired him to follow those words. Perhaps it was because of his wide, happy smile like a child. That made him feel like he was frozen in place. The thin figure nodded slightly. Instead of answering, he then slowly lowered himself down and sat down on the grass, facing out towards the lake, looking across the shore, paying attention to the light and sound show on the stage as the person had said. Suddenly, the chaotic events that had happened in his life flashed back into his memory again.

“....On a night when there was only a dazzling light shining directly on the two of us. It's like the atmosphere makes our hearts ready. Oh, good person, you, today, just a little bit, let us be close to each other. Would it be good for you to love me...”

(Potato –Nightlife)

The sound of hard-paced rock music played by the store's most popular bands is entertaining both regulars and visitors as usual every night. The handsome young lead singer sings along. Sending sweet glances to female customers In front of the stage, loud screams were heard from time to time. The content of the song was stimulating, mixed with the hot rhythm of the music, creating a frenzy in the emotions of both the listener and the performer, not just the lead singer who was in tune with the content of the song. But his background musicians all played hard, releasing their own skills and styles without holding back.

The sweet-faced young guitarist of the band draws guitar solo patterns, tapping his fingers and fluttering across the strings. Showing off his dazzling abilities as his signature technique, he received screams and applause from hundreds of spectators in front of him. Before jumping up to the rhythm of the drums that stir up emotions, but then something no one expected happened when his foot stumbled on the wire connecting his beloved guitar to the speakers on the side of the stage. His thin body floated. A guitar flew down in front of the stage, crushing a favorite guitar and breaking it into two pieces to the shock of everyone who witnessed the incident.

“Shit, Kris fell off the stage!!!”

The sounds of other instruments suddenly stopped as the band members flew and fell to the floor in front of the stage, just as the lead singer's exclamation into the microphone could be heard echoing throughout the store. It took nearly half a minute before everyone regained consciousness. His bandmates abandoned their duties and rushed down to see the thin young man lying motionless.

"Hey! What's wrong with you, Chris..."

The person who fell from the stage to the floor only heard the last sound of his close friend, the lead singer of the band. After that, he didn't hear anything again. He only realized it when he opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of the hotel room. Already in hospital He looked around and saw patient beds lined up on two sides, with a few nurses walking back and forth from bed to bed.

One of the three men suddenly saw him and approached him, examining his condition before inviting the doctor to examine him in more detail once again, asking how he had come to be here. The young nurse answered that he had been brought by his bandmates. and lay unconscious for almost two full days But aside from the swelling and bruising on his forehead, there were no signs of illness.

What is also worrisome is that sleeping for a long time is because the body has not had enough rest for several days in a row, only when the information is complete. The young nurse excused herself to continue caring for other patients, leaving the newly recovered person to continue staring at the white ceiling, not knowing what to do.

A familiar song sounded from the drawer next to the bed. The patient reached over and picked up his cell phone, which was placed on a screen that displayed Gunsmile's name. A close friend holds the position of lead singer of the band. A white hand pressed the slide on the screen before answering the phone in a slow voice.

“What do you say?”

“Is Chris awake? I'm really worried about you. So what are these symptoms...?”

The concerned tone of a dear friend and the voices of other people. In the band, the loud noise that came in when he learned that he had recovered from his unconscious state made the young guitarist smile and laugh softly. While telling his friends about his condition before quickly apologizing to his friends. That created difficulties for everyone, but when he asked about his girlfriend, the other end of the line was so quiet that he had to ask again and received a rather indirect answer.

“I called and told Nong Jan that you were in the hospital, but he said that during this period he was busy and had many reports to send, and was not available to visit. You need to rest and get better before talking to your damn little sister. My boyfriend is sick and everyone says he's busy, but he's nosy and has time to take Nong Code out to eat and watch a movie."

Even though the girlfriend's reason that the friend gave was understandable, the friend's voice softened in the last sentence, like he was muttering to himself. More than that, the sick person heard it clearly in his ears, a tone that sounded a bit unusual when a close friend talked about his junior girlfriend, with whom he had been dating for more than 5 years, in a curt tone, like he was angry at the third person who was mentioned.

Even though he usually likes to tease him that he only breathes in and exhales his girlfriend's name every time he opens his mouth. But this time too, Smile learned some things but still didn't dare tell him the truth.

“Oh, thank you. And I'm sorry to all of you that our band's performance was ruined because of me. The doctor will probably let me go home tomorrow. In the afternoon, I might have to borrow a guitar from P'Pek's shop first and then meet you guys at the shop in the evening."

The sick man secretly sighed, knowing that his friend had something to hide from him. Even though I don't know what the issue is, I'm willing to let it go for now. Now he had to think about work because he had disrupted the performance that night. Perhaps the store would deduct quite a bit of their fee to compensate for the damage caused by his own clumsiness and causing chaos. During the peak period of the shop, it is possible.

“Oh, where are you going so hard? I just recovered from my illness and took a break before getting Chris. Anyway, during this time I have to find a new shop. You can definitely get it at the shop and then…”

“Shit!!! You bastard Bell is so quiet. I told you to shut it up first. Damn it! Is it a person's mouth or a speaker?

Two voices on the other end of the line sounded like they were about to argue, causing the sick person in bed to sit up in shock. He had heard correctly that his friend was talking about finding a new restaurant, which meant that their band had been removed from the queue. of a regular restaurant, a feeling of guilt rose up in my chest. He didn't expect that because of his negligence, four other lives would be ruined as well. He hurriedly apologized and apologized to his bandmates for causing everyone to suffer, but no one blamed him. Just a little bit

I only told him to get well soon so we can play music together like before again. Chris was speechless as he thanked his friends. before hanging up the phone Then he pressed the phone and dialed his girlfriend. The call waiting sound rang again and again, but there was no indication that the owner of the number would answer the call from him. The number of miss calls kept increasing, as well as the tens and hundreds of messages he sent to Nong Jan, making it difficult for him to call. The young musician felt a strange feeling of hollowness in his heart. Some intuition told him that there was definitely a change happening with his girlfriend.

Having said that, lately Nong Jan has been avoiding answering his calls for a long time. Once he clicked to read the message and responded enough to let him know that the owner of the phone still existed. From past experiences, he assumed that because the other person was in his fourth year of university, it was a time when he had to be busy. Doing projects before graduation means he doesn't have as much free time as usual.

But Kris still trusted that the other party wasn't going astray even after hearing from other people. It's been said that lately his girlfriend has been clinging to Jae with Nong Muk, the beautiful Nong Code. She is cute and has good human relations, always giving her a wide smile. Even he who is Jan's boyfriend can still feel the cuteness and friendliness of the younger girl every time he meets her. together

His beloved phone, which had been silent for a long time, vibrated a few times, signaling that someone had sent him a message. Chris quickly picked it up and pressed to look at the screen, a small smile spread across his white face. He quickly opened it and read it when he saw that the message was from someone he had been trying to call for hours.

“Brother Kris...we broke up. Jan, I'm sorry I had to tell you this. But between us, nothing is the same anymore.”

A long sentence consisting of only letters and no other symbols in the text. Or even just one sticker that was sent together as usual, it felt like my heart had stopped beating for a moment. It was like a balloon that had been punctured and the pieces scattered in the air. He read it over and over. before quickly pressing the call button to the owner of the message, too anxious to type a reply

The call waiting tone sounded again, but this time the call was abruptly cut off. When he tried to call back again, it was as if the other party had already turned off the phone. Kris's brain was completely white, feeling even more confused and blurred than when he fell from the stage. What did the phrase about his girlfriend not being the same mean?

Since he had continued to be in love and stability with the same woman for five years, there had never been a single second of him being careless or distracted to find anyone else. The hundreds of thousands of questions that were floating around in his head ended as soon as the signal came to an end. His intuition alerted him that a friend on a popular application had uploaded a photo to the social network. Some premonition made him click on the application before he found it. Clarifying the reasons why relationships ended so badly

A picture of a familiar woman kissing another woman was accompanied by a caption so sweet that it was hard to believe it was the same owner as the message she had sent to break up with him a few minutes earlier.

“FinallyI found you, my other half (L)”

Chris gripped his cell phone so tightly that he could clearly see the bulging blood vessels. He could feel the heat at the corners of his eyes before the image in front of him became blurry as it was obscured by a veil of tears and the pain on his forehead was still there. It's not as painful as my heart at this time. The love and bond that has been built over the past five years is gone. I never dreamed that my girlfriend would share her heart with anyone else and that someone else would be her beautiful sister.

His thin body sobbed until he threw up. Tears of a man, drop after drop, poured down onto the pillow until it was soaked. The sound of the phone ringing made the person crying and frightened and picked up the phone, hoping to hear that his lover was just teasing him, but the sound of The person who called turned out to be a close friend instead.

“Chris, I just saw Nong Jan's status just now. Are you...are you okay?”

“Please tell me this isn't true.”

The person answering the phone trembled, expecting the only answer from his friend to be a joke. Or maybe it was his girlfriend's planned prank. But the sentence on the other end of the line was what Chris didn't want to hear the most at this time. The truth that had been hidden for so long was finally revealed.

“I apologized to Chris since I got back from Bell's birthday party. I already know that Nong Jan and Nong Muk have something together. It was my mistake to think that Nong would be able to love you like before. I should have let you know this early on, but I didn't think that Nong would open up quickly. This size.”

What he heard from Gunsmile made Chris think back to what happened at his bandmate's birthday party two months ago, when he invited both his girlfriends. and Nong Code comes to listen to music at the shop That night, he was busy drinking with his friends to celebrate their band playing at a big and popular nightlife venue in the center of town.

He almost forgot to pay attention to his girlfriend until that morning when he woke up in the condo. And found that there was a red mark on his girlfriend's neck from a mysterious kiss that he was sure didn't happen because of himself. His full lips stretched out in a self-pitying smile, not even bothering at all about the relationship that had taken place between the young woman. For both of them, love can happen regardless of gender.

Chris understands this and accepts it without any doubts because he has seen many examples from the people around him. But one thing he doesn't understand is the love relationship that has been established for a long time. How could more than five years have been cut to pieces and then replaced by a new love in such a short period of time?

"Hey! Did you hear that, little one? Why do you want to go Loi Krathong? Are you sitting here thinking about something?”

A tap on the right shoulder, accompanied by another young man's deep voice, made Chris suddenly realize that he had fallen into his own thoughts again. When he turned to look, he found a bright green banana leaf krathong that had been folded and made with such precision that it was unbelievable that it could be completed in a matter of minutes. It was being held in front of him. He looked up and followed the owner of the hand holding the krathong. d

I found a sweet smile that made my heart skip a beat for a moment. Suddenly, I felt my face feel hot, like someone had put a hot water bag on my cheeks.

“Will you give this krathong to me?”

“Then let it be you, hurry up and take it. The wind will blow all the candles out first."

A white hand stretched out to take the small krathong from the other person's hand. The fingertips that accidentally touched lightly made Chris startled as he felt as if there was an electric current flowing through his body. Bringing a new krathong made me feel even more embarrassed.

“Thank you.”

He said softly before quickly walking towards the water's edge. Close your eyes and prepare to pray. Hoping to shake off this strange feeling. But then he realized that another person had prepared just one krathong for him. But I didn't prepare it for myself. So I turned around and asked politely.

“Would you like to float together?”

The invited person raised their eyebrows in surprise before letting out a small smile and shaking their head slightly.

“It's okay, you float away. My goodness, I had planned to come here. I'm here all the time You can float at any time.”

The answer he received made Chris assume that the other party was probably an official at this university, but he didn't hesitate to wonder if it wasn't the Loy Krathong festival. And who else floats krathongs or plans to float them on Songkran Day like in the song that my father used to listen to when I was a child? He still remembers asking his father many times whether it was really possible to float krathongs on Songkran Day.

“But I'm afraid you just bought this krathong for me. Even though there's no need to do that, I'm just annoyed at being seen awkwardly by people I don't know. That's all. I don't think it would be fair to you to float alone. Let's float together."

Hearing this, the person who had painstakingly brought a new krathong secretly sighed fondly, amused by the stubbornness of the young man in front of him, who walked slowly. Until he stopped and stood beside him. Asked again in case the white person changed his mind.

“Are you sure you really want me to float together?”

Chris nodded hesitantly, moved his hand as close to the edge that was next to himself as he could, and held out the krathong to the honey-skinned young man, intending to share the space for each other to hold together. He closed his eyes and uttered a word. pray So he didn't realize that he was being touched by someone next to him. Gazing at how tenderly the face was handsome, sharp and true Thai style, with a slight smile adorning it, before raising his hand to hold the krathong on the other side and closing his eyes.

“I have been waiting for this moment, if heaven will be merciful. May I have the opportunity to be closer to you more than this?”

It was as if the heavens above had sensed the prayer and sent an answering signal through a large wave of wind that blew in. Swirling through the bodies of the two young men quickly like a cold storm spread across their skin, causing Chris to shiver strangely. He immediately opened his eyes and looked around him. But there was no abnormality found. Perhaps he was thinking too much. Suddenly, another young man's deep voice drew his attention back.

“Have you finished praying? Hurry and float it down. The candle will be extinguished first."

The young white man turned to look at the krathong in his hand and found that the other person had withdrawn his hand and was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He slowly supported the krathong with his hand to protect it from the wind and squatted down to sit as close to the riverbank as possible. But he didn't know why the childhood memories of drowning and almost dying suddenly flashed back into his brain. His thin body stopped and fell backwards slightly, but not yet falling over. The back of the buttocks is swollen. Because another person's strong arms reached out to receive him.

“Oh! Be careful, or you might fall and the krathong will slip out of your hand again. This time I won't find a new one for you.”

His little heart thumped louder than when he listened to his bandmates play the drums in a rock rhythm. His soft voice spoke seductive words close to his ear. It made the person who had just thrown a turtle krathong into the water to feed the fish suddenly feel embarrassed, but warmed at the same time. He could only pretend to make a deep voice to cover up his embarrassment, but he didn't dare turn to look at the other person's face.

“Am I not that clumsy? You can let it go. I'm going to float this krathong until it's finished."

The owner of the arms that held his thin body laughed softly at the young man's arrogance. Just because he teased him a bit, he pursed his lips like a spoiled brat, even though his face was reddening all the way to his ears because of his embarrassment and couldn't hide it. He moved to move away. ก

But it was still within arm's reach, in case the person who said he wasn't clumsy accidentally made a mistake and fell into the Tha Waterfall, at least this time he would be able to grab him in time. Standing and looking at the person slowly lowering the banana leaf krathong into the water with an awkward expression, he waved his hand in the water a few times to allow the current to carry the banana leaf krathong away from the shore.

“This is the first time I've come to Loy Krathong with other people. Plus, he's a strange man whose name I don't even know.”

After they both stood and looked until the little krathong stopped in the middle of the pond, allowing them to see the candle flames glowing in the darkness, Chris squatted down and sat on the soft grass. Turning around, he gave a small smile. Give to people who just floated krathongs together. Even he was surprised that he was invited like that. Normally, he saw only family or people who loved each other.

To float together as a couple like this, but at that time, he only thought of wanting to repay the other person, so he didn't even bother. When I thought about it, I felt strangely embarrassed.

“Lion.”

His Loi Krathong couple stood stunned for a moment before sitting down. and replied only briefly. With a smile so wide that the young musician was afraid that his jagged lips would tear all the way to his ears. So he hurriedly introduced himself and extended his hand to the other person, similar to shaking hands like foreigners do when meeting for the first time.

"My name is Chris. Nice to meet you, Mr. Singto."

“I already know that you come here every year, Chris.”

This time it wasn't just a smile, the lion reached out and held a soft hand and squeezed it gently. and answered with laughter, causing the surprise and suspicion of many young white men.

“How do you know that I come here every year? Oh, that's right, you're an official at this university. You'll see me floating with my friends. Sometimes or with my boyfriend, it wouldn't be strange. But I don't see your face as familiar. If we met every year, I would probably remember some of them.”

His slender eyebrows were furrowed into a knot. His smooth cheeks puffed up automatically when he was thinking about something. His big, round eyes narrowed until his eyes narrowed. As he moved closer he could almost feel the other's breathing. His face was messy like mosquitoes fighting each other, which even reduced his handsomeness somewhat.

But the other person looked at it and was so mesmerized that he couldn't help but smile with both his mouth and eyes when he felt like all the cuteness in the world was gathered together in the person in front of him. The lion swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. When the other person moved away He pretended to cough a few times as if he was trying to regain his lost voice as he walked the other way, not daring to meet the other person's eyes.

“Maybe at that time you were enjoying the atmosphere of the event to the point where you didn't notice the other people around you.”

Even though I don't want to hide it, I can't tell the truth. Some matters are of no use even if spoken out loud when the outcome is already predetermined, unless the heavens above have sympathy for someone as talented as him.

“Probably like that, hehe... Talking about friends and girlfriends, I'm really excited. Do you know that before coming to Loy Krathong this year, I encountered only bad things? Contact each other for many things. Both fell off stage and lost their jobs. Plus I got dumped by my boyfriend. It's not even time to enter the peninsula period yet. You have hope to make it past your twenty-fifth birthday.

If I don't die, I'll definitely get hurt so much that I won't be able to grow up.”

The wind blowing slowly brought coolness to the body and comfort, helping to dispel the sadness and sadness in the mind quite a bit. Chris moved from sitting with his arms hugging his knees to stretching his legs out towards the pond in front. Then he placed his hands and feet on the ground and leaned back slightly in a more relaxed manner than before. Big brown eyes looked up. To the big moon that stood out in the middle of the sky

Talk and share stories while the other person just sits and listens attentively to his or her story. Once in a while, he responded back. Even Chris couldn't understand why he dared to tell a stranger about things that had happened to him. Maybe he just wanted to vent his frustrations and needed someone to listen. That's it.

The soft yellow light from the candle flame in each krathong slowly faded. Just as the music from the stage performance gradually faded. There was also silence, a sign that the festivities that had been bustling since the early hours would soon be coming to an end.

It's like time passes quickly; in a few minutes it will be a new day.

“It's very late. Tonight I'll have to excuse myself. Thank you very much, Mr. Singto. You must be really tired of having to sit and listen to me complain so much. By now, people in your house must have waited until they were asleep.”

Chris says goodbye to the stranger he just met, feeling sad even though he wants to continue their relationship. But I don't know if the other party thinks the same or not. Maybe I still listen to him quietly complain. It's been here for the past several hours. Maybe it was because he was afraid to interrupt when he was telling a story with great interest.

“No, I want to listen, I want to know everything about you too. Believe me, there is no one who is as good at waiting as I am.”

The lion smiled at the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at the white man with a mischievous expression on his face. The words that were spoken made Chris only harbor doubts in his heart. He didn't dare ask why the other person said he wanted to know his story even though we probably only walked past each other once a year. Would you say that it was a feeling of love when you first met? It's not possible. And if that's true, then why are you just waiting to meet once a year and not wanting to search for it? Or do you do any other way to have a better chance of meeting him? If you want to meet again, what should you do? Not just waiting like this.

“Hey, can I have your Line? In case next year we can make an appointment to come to Loy Krathong together again.”

A white hand pulled out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, opened the green application and handed it to the lion. Even though I secretly felt a bit embarrassed, since a serious person like him had already decided to move forward with a relationship in a different way, Chris didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity. keep it But it was the other person who refused while gently holding the hand that held the phone.

“Honestly, I'm so happy, Chris. You said you wanted to see me again. But it seems like it's too late. Today is the last day I'll be here. Meeting you, talking, touching each other like this is what I dreamed of. and have been waiting all this time.”

The honey-skinned young man's words made Chris confused. He didn't understand what the lion meant. Does the fact that today is his last day mean that he will move to work? If so, you'll have to exchange lines or leave your phone number to keep in touch.

His sweet face began to become crumpled again until the other person had to lift his index finger and touch it between his eyebrows. Then he continued, causing even more confusion.

“No, good man, don't frown like that. I like it when Chris smiles. Did you know that from the first time I saw Kris' bright smile, I fell in love with you until I couldn't stop myself? From now on, I hope you will find only good things in life. Thank you very much for making my vain dreams come true.”

The lion finally revealed the feelings he had been keeping all this time, even though he knew it was too late to tell him all his feelings for the young man in front of him, as he grabbed Kri's body. S came in for a tight hug, conveying every feeling through body language, not expecting the other party to understand at all.

In contrast to the thin figure in his arms who still didn't understand what the other person was trying to convey to him, Chris didn't hate the stranger's touch at all, but his body seemed to remember this touch and was familiar with it. The warmth of this embrace was as if he had ever felt the touch of someone who called himself elder before.

But when had it happened? He couldn't remember ever knowing this person before. It had never even existed in the remnants of his memory.

“Have we known each other before?”

You asked like that even though you tried to think it over until your head almost exploded. I can't imagine how to die. Sometimes the things I want to forget are very difficult, but the things I want to remember have faded from my memory, even though I can't remember anything. But in his heart, there was a sharp pain, like he was being squeezed until he could hardly breathe.

Chris tried to take a deep breath into his lungs. The unique scent of the other person's body floated to his nose, a scent that made him feel calm, comfortable, and dazed. and be intoxicated at the same time

“You know, we know each other very well. But it's been a long time. Chris himself probably didn't want to remember it and even did. I don't want to see us go back to being sad again. A cute face like this isn't suitable for tears, you know?"

Slender fingers spread the clear water drops that flowed from those beautiful eyes that even he didn't know when he let them fall. His other free hand came up and embraced the lion's waist, tightening his grip on the hem of his shirt until the fabric was wrinkled, but the person being hugged did not resist or push himself away in any way.

“I...can you stay with me a little longer and not go now?”

“I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here in my little heart. From Chris forever, I promise you that from now on I will live my life as happily as possible. Don't cry again because I won't be able to comfort you anymore. You must be a strong adult and have a smile as bright as the sun on summer.”

“Please... Brother Singto, don't leave me. Don't leave me alone again."

Chris didn't know what he was saying, so he spoke in a shaky voice and sobbed like a child. It was as if the same sentence had been said before, rather than not remembering. But it was as if he had buried this painful memory deep in his heart as a mechanism to protect himself from experiencing pain that was too severe to bear.

Suddenly a memory from the past flashed in my mind.

The little boy let go of his older brother next door and walked towards the bank of the pond. The taller man behind him could only shout at him to slow down because he had to support a large krathong in his hands. Let it fall to the floor first, but then the little boy who was only interested in the fun in front of him didn't think that something bad would happen to himself with his little feet.

He made a mistake and fell into the pond without warning. He was shocked and tried to scramble to raise his neck to get out of the water's surface. But he couldn't swim, no matter how hard he tried. I couldn't help myself anyway. My little body slowly disappeared. Sinking beneath the cold water A feeling of discomfort until the throat is constricted. His arms and legs were unable to move before his beautiful eyes closed completely. He saw the figure of the older brother next door who was extending his hand towards him, his small hand stretching out to the full extent of his arm. But in the end, he only grasped the void and all images faded along with his consciousness.

"Chris! Chris wake up...damn Chris!!! Did you hear what I called?"

The thin figure who lay restlessly shuddered before sitting up abruptly. He was breathing heavily, like someone who had run a marathon for many kilometers. His sweet face looked left and right in confusion at the picture of a bed in a familiar room. With the handsome, Korean-style face of a close friend standing out

“How did you get here?”

Chris's first question after waking up shocked his best friend since elementary school. He rolled his eyes and looked at him twice before answering in annoyance.

“How did you get here? You're in trouble because your head hit the ground. Your defense isn't good. Last night, I found out about Nong Jan. He escaped from the hospital and fell asleep drunk next to a well in the university. A security guard came and found him. So you called me and asked me to drag you back here. Did you know that last night you were really violent?

Before I could bring myself back, I was extremely tired.”

Chris listened to his friend's story and was stunned. Had he been drunk last night? He only remembered going to Loy Krathong at the university and then sitting and talking with P'Singto for a long time. Actually, before he lost consciousness, P'Singto told him that he was going somewhere and would never come back here again.

"Hey, what about P'Singto? Where did P'Singto go?"

A white hand reached out and shook his friend's arm as he craned his neck to look towards the bedroom door. But I couldn't find the shadow of the person I asked about at all.

“Oi Chris, stop shaking. My head is shaking like a doll. What kind of lion is yours? Wait a minute, P'Singto...you mean P'Singto. My brother next door when I was a kid Did the person who died because he helped you who were drowning come to you?”

The name of the person Chris called made Kan smile a bit confused. before looking around suspiciously Before jumping onto the bed with his best friend, he grabbed a blanket and covered it up.

“Brother Singto is dead! It was impossible last night…”

That was all Chris could say before all of his childhood memories flowed back into his brain like a river. He remembered that when he was a child. He had invited Singto, his older brother who lived in the next door, to go to the Loy Krathong festival for a boy, Chris, who was just nine years old and had fallen into the water. and was saved by a lion, but

When the little boy was brought to shore, he was exhausted and drowned instead. One life in exchange for another, the lion helped him breathe by sacrificing his own life. His thin body shed tears as he remembered all the stories he had suppressed for a long time. and bury it under other memories

But now that he remembered, he still smiled through his tears. He was glad that at least he was able to meet his important person again, even if this time it was eternal goodbye.

“So you really came to see me? So...is he still around here?"

Gunsmile's question caused the owner of the sweet face to smile, nod his head, and laugh a little. And I think of the wide smile And the sweet eyes and gentle touch of the older man still stuck in his heart, the promise that the other party asked him to accept. He will do it, he will live his life as good as another person would trade it for him.

“Brother Singto, he hasn't gone anywhere. He's still with me inside. Are you free today? Come with me, let's go make merit for him.”

A sweet smile spread across Chris' face, unlike the other person's pale face, like someone who had been haunted by a ghost. The thin figure stood up and looked out the window, looking up at the sun that was shining with a golden glow in the clear sky, with no clouds covering it. before revealing a smile as bright as the sun again