Hello All the lovely readers who (lost) came to read. 555 (^

O^)

For this novel, I must first say that it is a very new type of short story. Never decorated like this before And I think I probably won't write this style again because I feel like it's not a style at all. Oh! Many people may not know that this is a short novel that has passed into the final round.

workshop

With P'Khanomjeen and bestselling author Brother Stampberry With an activity called...

KNOMJEAN CYCLE STORY  “

Write a short story...tell the story in style

CYCLE”

The story composed will have content related to the story of the song as follows... Pain has no sound (

Silence)

Without you, I still have me (

Over You)

And finally...is it risky?

Risk)

Here, there are pictures to show off. ^_^

Okay, finally. I want you to keep following my work.

If you make a mistake, you can criticize it.

Go ahead and have fun reading (^_^)/

Story banner...

Serise

Short story...memories

Short novel (5 endings)

The trees are blowing...the wind is touching the grass...you turn around...telling me...

“We really can only think of you as a friend.”

Those images are still engraved in my brain sitting in that place. Everyone calls it 'Pai'. Actually, I wouldn't want to come if it weren't for the fact that today is her 1 year anniversary. That shows the true relationship between the two of us. I can only face my fate. Asked if it hurts?

It hurts but I didn't show it to anyone. Still acting cheerful, acting like nothing happened. Even though inside it was completely broken. His heart therefore questioned itself.

' Do you think it's wrong that I happen to like to keep things? Just because I didn't say it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.'

So it became my 'pain without sound'.

Before I came back here, many people asked me, “Are you crazy? He only has people who want to go to a place with only good memories. But you went back to a place with only bad memories like this?”

Actually, I'm not crazy. And I wasn't mentally ill either. No one knows how much I want to forget. In fact, they're right. No one wants to go to a place with only bad memories. I thought so before, but after trying to forget, If you can't forget it, just remember it.

' When you never forget, remember how much it hurt when you were disappointed.'

Why? 'When I don't have you, I'm still there'?

“Ugh!”

The sound of a woman stumbling on a rock and falling. Her belongings fell all over the floor. I can't just sit and watch. I have to hurry and help her.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her before she looked up to answer me.

Her face was really dreamy and beautiful. Her face was as clear as a mirror and her lips were pink. Her natural glow and big, round eyes without big eyes are really my type.

“N-no, it's no big deal. Thank you very much.” She answered me in a cute, mesmerizing voice.

Oh my god, your voice really makes me want to listen to it a million times.

“And I don't know where you are staying?” I asked her in a softer voice than before.

“Oh...in the room.

xxx

Yes.” She answered me again. That room is right next to my room.

"Then I'll help you deliver the things. Your room is right next to mine." I volunteered, just hoping for the best. I really didn't think anything of it (???)

“Sure, if it's not too much trouble,” she answered me in a bright, cute voice. I think I'm starting to like her. I'm going to have to flirt with her, so what's going on?

' Right now...even in my heart I'm asking if it's a risk. But I think it's probably a risk.'

I'm in a place where the cold winds are blowing It's in a place where I believe the sea of ​​fog wouldn't be as thick as here. And in a place where there are only bad memories still buried in the heart, everything suddenly happened when...

Last year...

“Phone...Nat bought coffee from Coffee in Love for you. Oh...it smells so good, looks delicious..."

I walked with hot coffee from a famous coffee shop located not far from my accommodation. But when I got back to my accommodation, the picture I saw was of my boyfriend making out. A woman other than me...who is she!?

“Oh, when did Nat come back?” My girlfriend, Phone, got up and hugged me from behind as if nothing had happened.

“Ah...oh...it's been a while. This is the coffee I bought for you.” I replied to him and shook myself away from that disgusting embrace!

“Wait a minute Nat...this is Phone's friend. (^_^)/ (^_^)” Phone grabbed my arm before extending his hand to the woman. And that moment I found out that the girl's name was a woman.

“Nice to meet you, Miss…” The woman stood up to greet me.

“Nat, please take it easy. I want to go prepare my clothes first.” I said with the utmost restraint even though my heart was already wet and worn with tears.

' This pain has no sound...so you can't hear it'

I went in and put all my stuff in my bag and dragged it away as quickly as I could. I'll be back soon. Coming here is not fun at all! Really not fun at all! I think everything will be better. I think if the two of us could come here together, we might have some time to talk together and feel better about each other! But no!

I felt like I had been tricked into killing me!

“Hey! Nat, where are you going?” My phone called out to me but I didn't care. Please continue to be happy with your man!!!

Because even though 'I don't have you, I still have me'.

Goodbye...the most I (ever) loved!

The story is like this, it's a sad face, right? Right now I'm drinking coffee at Coffee in Love as usual. Seriously, it's already ten o'clock and it's almost time for my favorite show to come. I'd better hurry. I checked the bill and ran out as fast as I could, but...

“Ugh!”

I tripped and fell on this damn rock. You really don't have a place to live!!!

“Is something wrong?” A man came to help me.

“Oh...it's no big deal. Thank you very much.” I answered him. His face really looked good, very handsome. A high nose, thin lips, and his face was clearer than mine.

Argh!!! I'm embarrassed. I'm embarrassed. >///<

“And you don't know where you live?” he asked me.

“Oh...in the room.

xxx

Yes,” I answered him.

“Then I'll help you carry things and deliver them. Your room is right next to mine.” That's good, I can't take it anymore.

“Sure, if it's not too much trouble,” I replied to him.

Then we walked and talked. He is really nice to me. I don't know what he thinks of me. He made me feel the same way I did when I first met Phone. But he made me forget how I was in love with that damned bastard. In the past, every second of my life would have only his story running through my head.

But he is the person who makes me stay and think about the long future of having him. Hand in hand, we walked together until we reached that mountain that I could see at eye level.

And if he and I were to try dating, if I asked, 'Is it a risk? It would probably be a risk, but in my heart he secretly argued that no matter what, it's still you. Even if it's unintentional...just indulge yourself and look at it again'

If there is a mistake, I apologize.

M U S I C CAFE : LUN LA

P.S. Thank you for the pictures as well.

I looked it up on Google and can't remember where it came from. (I really can't remember)