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Do you believe in ghosts in this world?Are you sure you saw him?Are you sure he exists?

Maybe he really exists by your side, but you can't see him.

June [-]rd, sunny.

Sala Psychology Studio.

Looking at the patient in front of her, Sala felt a little uncertain when she thought of what Not had asked her to do.

The person in front of him looked so peaceful, so peaceful that he didn't look like a heartbroken person who had lost his partner.

Sala asked, "Mr. Arthit, can you tell me about your recent life?"

Arthit looked at Sala and shook his head, "Not necessarily wants me to come, but I don't want to. I have nothing to say, I know I'm normal."

"You lost your partner, Kongphop, a month ago. This has caused you some psychological trauma. You are addicted to illusions and are unwilling to face reality." Sala found that the patients in front of her did not cooperate with her treatment, so she had no choice but to In exchange for another method, directly tearing apart the fantasies that the other party was addicted to.

The average person is immediately annoyed when he hears the truth.But Arthit didn't mean to be angry.

Arthit smiled slightly towards the door, and said, "If you think he's gone, then so be it."

Arthit smiled sincerely, without the slightest bit of reluctance.That smile, as if she was rejoicing in front of her beloved, was so sincere that Sala felt a little flustered.

For a whole afternoon, Arthit didn't have any useful words with Sala except for occasionally looking at the door.

Sala mentioned his past with Kongphop and Arthit happily agreed.

Sala mentioned the plane crash, and Arthit treated it calmly.

The depth of the opponent's psychological defense far exceeded Sala's expectations.

Arthit got up and left the sala studio, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly said, "Didn't I say, don't wait at the door."

"Okay, okay, this time it's up to you."

"Mr. Arthit, who are you talking to?"

Looking at the empty corridor, Sala couldn't help asking.

"Kongphop." Arthit smiled like an innocent child, and said with some joy, "He's been waiting here for too long, I told him not to wait in the future. No, I probably won't come back in the future."

Sala looked at the other party in surprise, the situation was far more serious than she had originally estimated, and the person in front of her had already developed obvious paranoia.

Kongphop passed away a month ago.

The flight back to Thailand from the United States crashed and there were no survivors.

When the news of Kongphop's death came, Not was most worried about Arthit.

But to Not's surprise, Arthit didn't collapse, he didn't even shed a tear.

When Kongphop's parents and sister were heartbroken, he stood up and dealt with Kongphop's affairs.From the claim list at the airport to the final burial and encoffining, everything was done by Arthit.

Arthit was calmer than anyone expected.

When Kongphop was buried, there was no body.The wreckage of the plane fell into the sea, and there were no bones left. Arthit buried him with one of Kongphop's favorite clothes.

The day of Kongphop's burial happened to be a rainy day.

Arthit completed all the ceremonies calmly, holding an umbrella alone.

The lonely figure made everyone worry about Arthit, Kongphop's sister even hugged Arthit and cried bitterly, just let Arthit cry.

But Arthit didn't cry, he just said calmly, "Kongphop will come back."

Not thought at first that Arthit was just sad for a while, unable to accept Kongphop's departure.

It will get better after a while.

When Arthit accepts Kongphop's departure, he can cry and he will be fine.

But Arthit didn't, he was so calm all the time, so calm that Not began to feel uneasy, and finally went to find his psychiatrist friend Sala.

After the psychological consultation, Arthit bought a cup of pink frozen milk and iced coffee at a familiar beverage store as usual before returning to his home.

Arthit put the iced coffee on the table, and said softly to the room: "Kongphop, I put your coffee here, remember to drink it after you take a shower."

There was no other sound in the room except the sound of the breeze blowing the curtains.

But Arthit seemed to get a response, and started to say again, "Okay, okay, I understand, this time I will make the fried egg rice bowl, I promise not to put chili."

Arthit set the two plates away and began to concentrate on his portion of the meal again.

Arthit finished his meal and put away the plates one by one.

"Is it more delicious this time than before?"

"Forget it, anyway, you just praise me every time, and you won't tell the truth."

Arthit was just thinking about it, but the work in his hands didn't stop at all.

Arthit knew that if Not saw all this, he would feel crazy.

Even if Not saw this, he already felt that something was wrong with him.

But Arthit knew very clearly in his heart that he was not crazy, and Kongphop was by his side.

Although he couldn't see Kongphop's soul, Arthit knew that Kongphop had returned, and Kongphop was always by his side.

"Spring is here again. The snow has melted on the fields and in the forest. The bird is back here again, to find her good friend, the tree.

However, the tree was gone, and only the roots remained there. "

A month ago, Bangkok Airport.

Arthit was sitting in the airport lobby, drinking the pink panna cotta he had just bought. Kongphop came back from a business trip in the United States today, Arthit got off work early and came to the airport to pick him up.He didn't come to pick him up because he wanted kongphop to pick him up, but because he had less work today, he just dropped by.

Arthit quickly finished the glass of pink frozen milk, biting the straw in boredom.

This flight was also delayed for too long.

Then he heard the announcement from the airport, "Flight T654 was in an air crash and all contact is currently lost."

The airport was suddenly in chaos, cursing, screaming, crying, the grunting of luggage sliding across the floor, and the sound of the radio broadcasting, the whole airport was like boiling water.

And Arthit just sat there in a daze, as calm as the center of the eye of a typhoon.Beside him, a cup of iced coffee fell to the ground, and the coffee was flowing out of the cup, tirelessly expanding its territory on the ground, as if drawing a map.

"Where is that tree standing here?" the bird asked the root.

The root answered, "The woodcutter felled him with his axe, and dragged him into the valley."

Seven days after the flight disappeared, it was finally found.

The plane crashed into the waters of the Pacific Ocean, and no one survived.

Arthit had been at the airport for seven days when he got the news.

Arthit was afraid that the airport would get news as soon as he went back, so he refused to leave.

Arthit was afraid of getting the news, but also afraid of not getting the news.Many times, no news is good news.

But fate always mercilessly laughs at people's self-deception.

In the middle of the night of the seventh day, Arthit finally knew the whereabouts of kongphop.

Kongphop died, and his body was floating somewhere in the Pacific Ocean without a trace.

Arthit didn't go home, but fell asleep on the bench at the airport.

No one would force him to sleep on the bed anymore, since sleeping on the sofa would be bad for his health, so what does it matter where he sleeps?If that person can't see it, come back and wake yourself up, pull yourself up.

In his sleep, Arthit felt someone touching his forehead.

The familiar yet cold touch made Arthit wake up instantly.

But there was no one around him, only beside the bench, someone poured a glass of water there, making the whole floor wet.

That kind of familiarity can only be brought to him by kongphop.

But kongphop's hand is warm.Even when the air conditioner is at its lowest setting, kongphop's hands are always warm.

Unlike the touch just now, it was as cold as being soaked in sea water.

Arthit looked at the empty opposite, and whispered: "Kong, are you back?"

It wasn't the gentle voice that answered him, "P'Arthit, I'm back."

It's the echo of the silence of an airport lounge.

At three o'clock in the morning, the airport lounge was empty except for Arthit.

The birds flew into the valley.

There is a big factory in the valley, the sound of sawing wood, "sha-sha-" sounded.Birds landed on the gate of the factory.She asked the door: "Mr. door, where is my good friend tree, do you know?"

The gate replied: "Well, the tree is cut into thin strips in the factory, made into matches, and transported to the village over there to sell."

Arthit thought, that person will come back, definitely will come back.

Even if they come back, it doesn't matter if they are not human.

He didn't care.

As long as it is kongphop it will do.

Arthit calmly dealt with kongphop's affairs, and began to wait patiently for kongphop's return.

Arthit always buys a pink frozen milk and a cup of iced coffee at the beginning of each day, and puts them on the table.

At first, nothing changed.

But on the tenth day, he noticed that the iced coffee was gone.

Arthit found that the waste paper he throws away at work will always be cleaned up at night.

New books that he couldn't find everywhere would unexpectedly appear by his bedside the next day.

The robot he had accidentally dropped in the corner would always be put back on the bookshelf the next day.

And when he opened the drawer once, he saw the well-hidden ring that kongphop had ordered in it.

It was the pair of rings that Arthit once had a fancy to.

He thought that kongphop didn't know that he was interested in this pair of rings.

But kongphop has already bought the ring and is going to propose.

Arthit picked up the ring and put it on his hand with a smile.

Arthit turned his head to look at the empty room, and asked with a smile, "Is it suitable?"

The only answer to him was the sound of the curtains in the room being blown by the wind.

The bird flew to the village.

Beside a kerosene lamp sat a little girl.The bird asked the girl: "Little girl, please tell me, do you know where the match is?"

The little girl replied, "The match has been used up. But the fire that was lit by the match is still burning in this lamp."

The bird stared at the light for a moment with wide-eyed eyes.

Then, she sang the song she sang last year to the lamp.

The flames swayed gently, as if very happy.

Arthit knew that he couldn't see kongphop, but it didn't matter.

Arthit thought, as long as he and kongphop are together, it's okay even if he can't see each other.

He can continue to live with kongphop, two people.

Sala told Not about Arthit's paranoia.

Not went to find Arthit, but Arthit completely ignored Not's advice.

Arthit looked at Not calmly, and said, "kongphop is back."

Not originally wanted to say directly that it was your imagination, but thinking of Sala's persuasion, he used another way of persuasion.

"Even if you are really with kongphop, but now kongphop is a ghost, do you understand? Arthit, he is a ghost, you can't see him. You are human, you will never be together."

"You can't see him, it doesn't matter to you in one year or two, but in ten or eight years, will you still remember what Kongphop looked like? Arthit, let Kongphop go, let him be free, and let you be free too."

After Not left, Arthit sat quietly on the balcony, watching the sunset gradually sinking into the sky.

After a while, Arthit suddenly turned his head to the empty room and asked, "Not said that people can't see ghosts. Can ghosts see ghosts? Kong, I miss you very much."

I miss you so much, I want to see you.

I want to see your appearance, the expression of your smile, and your tender eyes looking at me.

I have a lot to ask you.

I want to ask you, is the sea cold?

I want to ask you, are you tired?

I also want to ask you, I agreed to your marriage proposal, are you happy?

If people can never see ghosts, can ghosts see ghosts?

"How do ghosts come into being? Do people become ghosts when they die?"

"When people die, they will go to another world. Only those whose obsession overcomes everything will stay in the world and become wandering ghosts."

"Can the man see ghosts?"

"Only dying people can see ghosts."

The moment the plane crashed, what Kongphop thought was not fear, but worry.

He was worried about his P'Arthit, how sad he would be when he heard the news.

He was the last person who wanted P'Arthit to be sad, but in the end it was he who made him sad.

The icy sea water drowned everything, and Kongphop lost consciousness the moment he fell.

For a long time, Kongphop was in a long and endless darkness, and there was a voice tearing at him, making him turn back.

When Kongphop regained consciousness again, he was already standing in the lobby of Bangkok Airport.

Kongphop saw P'Arthit.

P'Arthit haggarded a lot, sitting on the lounge chair at the airport, his eyes were bloodshot.

Kongphop came to the other side with some distress, and reached out to hug him, but his body passed through Arthit's body, and he couldn't hug him.

Kongphop turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport.

The light at night turned the window into a mirror, but what was reflected in the mirror was only Arthit's lonely figure, not him standing beside Arthit.

Kongphop stretched out his hand, and looked carefully at his pale hand. So, is this the appearance of a ghost?

You can see the world, but the world cannot see you.

Kongphop stood in the lobby of the airport, watching Arthit receive the news from the airline that his flight had crashed into the sea.

He saw Arthit leaning on the bench and falling asleep in a daze, full of thoughts, the haggard Arthit sleeping extremely restlessly on the bench.

Kongphop reached out and put his hand on the other person's forehead, P'Arthit, how can I feel at ease to leave with you like this?

What Kongphop didn't expect was that Arthit woke up immediately.

Kongphop watched Arthit's expression change from joy to disappointment.

After a while, Arthit whispered to himself, "Kong, are you back?"

Kongphop nodded, "P'Arthit, I'm back."

But the person on the opposite side couldn't hear Kongphop's words.

Kongphop followed Arthit all the time. He witnessed his own funeral and heard Arthit's words "he will come back."

Perhaps it is the unique telepathy between lovers. Although Arthit cannot see Kongphop, he always has a faint intuition that Kongphop is by his side.

Kongphop didn't think about letting Arthit know his existence at first.

He was already dead, not leaving Arthit obsessed with it was the best way for him to leave.

He should look at the other party quietly, watching his traces slowly fade out of the other party's life, and let the other party have a new start.

It doesn't matter, as long as P'Arthit is happy, it doesn't matter if the person who gives him happiness is not Kongphop.

So Kongphop watched Arthit buy a cup of iced coffee every day, but didn't move.

Until the ninth day, he heard Arthit crying in his sleep.

The suppressed sobs echoed in the empty room, followed by the cry in sleep.

"Kongphop, don't go!"

Kongphop thought, he is always reluctant, and he is reluctant to let his senior suffer like this, so let him stay with his senior for a while longer.

On the tenth day, he took the iced coffee away.

Then he saw the senior's delighted expression.

This was the first time Kongphop saw Arthit's smile after he came back.

If this makes you happy, then I will always be by your side like this.

A month has passed like this. If it wasn't for being unable to hug all the time, Kongphop would have an illusion that he is still alive in this world.

He is still living happily with his senior, neither life nor death.

Arthit couldn't see Kongphop, but as if Kongphop was still there, he whispered to him and bought iced coffee for him.

Kongphop will answer every sentence of Arthit's broken thoughts, but the other party will never hear it.

June [-]th, rain.

For some reason, Arthit found the school uniform from the closet and put it on again.

Fortunately, in the past few years after graduation, Arthit has been exercising, so he can still wear the school uniform of that year.

After putting it on, Arthit glanced at the mirror, then turned around and said, "Does it look good? Kongphop."

Kongphop stood behind Arthit and nodded, knowing that the other party couldn't hear his voice, Kongphop still said, "That's nice, why did P'Arthit suddenly think of wearing an old school uniform?"

Arthit took out the gear from the drawer and put it in his hands.

"Kong, how about we go back to school?" Arthit looked at the empty room and asked.

"Okay." This was Kongphop's answer, which no one heard.

The school is still the same as before, nothing has changed much.

Today is Sunday and it is raining, and there are not many students in the school.

The first place Arthit went was next to the big tree in the campus.

"You said this is the place where you first met me, but I really don't remember it." Arthit laughed at himself and continued, "But since you said so swearingly, then this is our beginning Bar."

Arthit stood under the tree with an umbrella and picked up a leaf that fell on the table.

"Kongphop, I have never asked you before, but now I really want to ask you, if possible, how long are you willing to stay with me?"

Kongphop put his hand on the leaf and said softly, "I am willing to be with you for the rest of your life, the next life, and everything."

Arthit laughed as if he heard Kongphop's answer. Arthit smiled beautifully, like a sweet cotton candy.

"I know, for the rest of my life."

The second place Arthit went to was the drink stand.He ordered himself an iced coffee.

"Usually you drink it, and now I want to try it too."

Arthit took a sip and found it wasn't too bad to drink.

In fact, as long as you like it, it is not difficult to drink.

If it's a drink you like to drink, then I will too.

Arthit went to all the places he and Kongphop had walked together, until night, he went to the Rama VIII Bridge.

The rain had already stopped, and Arthit put away his umbrella.

When the lights come on, the lights of the Rama VIII Bridge flicker, as if the Milky Way descended from the sky.

Arthit strolled on the Rama VIII Bridge, and Kongphop followed behind him as usual.

After walking for a while, Arthit stopped in the middle of the bridge, and suddenly turned around and said, "Kongphop, are you tired?"

Kongphop shook, "Not tired."

"You can't hear me, maybe you can't see me, just like I can't see you. Aren't you tired of being with me like this?

"It doesn't matter if P'Arthit can't see me, it doesn't matter if he can't hear me, I will always be by your side." Kongphop saw the tears in the corner of Arthit's eyes, stretched out his hand, and used the one invisible to the other party. His hand brushed the corner of Arthit's eye lightly.

"But I'm tired." Arthit looked at the empty opposite and said, "So, I want to come to you. Will you forgive me for not being brave?"

I'm tired, I'm tired of talking to myself like this.

I'm tired, and I'm also tired of not being able to see you like this.

So, forgive me for not being brave, I want to come to you.

The icy river water submerged Arthit's body, but Arthit didn't struggle at all.

Is this what it feels like to be soaked in sea water? Kong, is this how you felt before you died?

If only ghosts can see ghosts, let me see you.

Then Arthit saw a familiar figure appearing in front of his eyes.

The eyes that seem to fall into the stars, the intimacy and gentle attitude, and the pampering that is always there.

"There's really nothing we can do about P'Arthit, if that's the case, then let's go together."

Kongphop hugged Arthit into his arms and never separated.

"Kong, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, Nuan Nuan."

The Rama VIII Bridge looks radiant under the lights, and the ice-cold river under the bridge is undulating.

Some people met the most beautiful encounter on the bridge, and some people were buried under the icy river.

How many people get married in the end, and how many people lose their loved ones.

There are no exceptions.

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