lost hearts

"Krist, can you have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other. You've never been like this before. Don't reach out to me."

"Let's go eat hot pot."

"The one I used to eat at."

"I want to eat that pork hot pot. You said you like it very much, so you want to take me to eat that pork hot pot."

"I miss you a lot these days. I know you're really busy, but...can't you spare some time to be with me?"

Praew spoke in a low voice on the other end of the phone, with no emotion in his tone, but Krist only felt uncomfortable in his chest.Every time she said a word, his chest became tighter and his nose became more congested.

His brows were deeply frowned, and he squeezed his back against the partition as if venting his emotions, holding the phone with his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

every time.

Every time.

I don't know when it started, but their conversations will always be like this.

Under the busy schedule, trying to squeeze out the time to meet each other seems to be fulfilling a certain kind of obligation.

Praew pursued every step of the way, but Krist was defeated.

In guilt, concessions, and increasingly difficult self-reluctance, complete the company again and again.

Getting along with this girl who once made him wish he could stick together 24 hours a day has become something that frightens him at some point.He was more terrified than a busy job with less than a few hours of sleep every day.

"krist? Are you listening to me?"

Krist lowered his head, and the black peaked cap cast a deep shadow on his forehead, covering his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his lips in the deep darkness.It's like how he feels right now.

He even got scared of the girl.

With a pale face, Krist sighed to himself in his heart.

Until another urging sounded from the other end.

"Krist, no matter whether you agree or not, you should at least give me a word, right?"

"Okay." Krist said weakly.

"Let's meet tomorrow, I will make time for it." Suddenly not wanting to hear the voice over there, Krist said hurriedly, leaving almost no chance for anyone to interject, "That's it, I'm going back to the venue first, and they should hurry me later."

As if avoiding some scourge, he quickly hung up the phone, as if there was something really urgent.But no one came in to urge him.

It's busy outside.

Even from inside the compartment, the loud voices of people could be heard.

The door of the toilet next to it creaked open and closed again, and the sound of someone leaving hurriedly faded away.

The world is so busy, so busy.

And Krist was just a person, as if no one was waiting for him.

Even though he has more and more supporters, he still feels very lonely and helpless at this moment.