Unanswered Questions

2:00 am

Can looked straight into his reflection in the golden lit mirror in front of him, he wears softlens on with more intensity than necessary, the drying pink roses in the vase next to his softened the drama a touch, but i’m sure even they felt the intensity in his demeanor. He turned and left into the softly lit streets of Bangkok. Clutching his purse, in which lay a train ticket, a love notes of the boy who would never know where he left to, a photo of a little boy, his sister, who now would be a fine young man, probably married with children. Although Can would never know.
He heels make a soft clicking sound on the cobbled streets as he walks, it’s hauntingly quiet tonight, a tear stains his cheek. He clutches her purse tighter, turns down the street to the train station and never looks.

7:00am

Tin awoke, the bed was cold, the room was quiet, a soft dampening, drowning panic hit when he saw a note in place of Can. He didn’t want to read it, he knew it would break his heart. That cutie boy, with untold stories in his eyes, he knew he had left.
He felt the signs yesterday, he hadn’t said anything to let on. But there was an urgency in the way he kissed him… like it was a goodbye. There was a sadness in the way he had looked at him. And a unsettledness about him as they lay in bed.. But he pushed that feeling away and fell asleep. Hoping he’d wake up and he would be normal, making pancakes in the kitchen, hot coffee already made…
But no. Nothing but empty silence.
He should have kissed her longer, told him how he loved him, held him in his arms and begged him to tell him his troubles..
But here he is; alone in the empty silence filled with unanswered questions.
He drank the half glass of red wine left on her nightstand. He sadly didn’t have the heart to convince himself that perhaps he’d return sometime… or ever. He knew all too well, a boy like Can, with so many untold stories in his eyes, wasn’t the type…
He places the note in a box of precious things. He’ll read it some other time, some time in the future when the love they had shared was a distant memory, some time in the future… but not today. Today he just wanted to forget, he didn’t want to think about it. He knew no matter what was in the note, he still would never have all his questions answered.

Years later

Can looks out the horizon and smiles a sad nostalgic smile, thinking how different his life could have been if he stayed. He closes his eyes, feeling the soft wind blow away the moment.

Tin drinks the last of the champagne, thinking yet again about that cutie, mysterious boy…

end~

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