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ลำดับตอนที่ #1 : The Accident
The sky was blue and the birds were singing happily at the window, but the only one they bothered was the owner of the room. Khalan shifted between the sheets uncomfortable with the sun's rays blinding his view, he groaned and got up, ruffling his dark brown hair even more.
He went into the bathroom and after taking a cold shower wrapped his waist in a towel and looked at himself in the mirror with a frown. For him it was another boring and meaningless day, an obstacle in his path that he had to jump if he wanted to graduate in engineering to help his mother leave that huge and silent house. She was a woman endowed with inexplicable beauty, but bad luck haunted her all her life; she married a kind and caring man, but when she gave birth to Khalan, her husband died in a car accident on the way to the hospital. Years later and full of debt, she fell into the hands of her current partner, a two-faced wealthy man who was obsessed with control.
Over the years, Khalan began to feel that irreparable cold more and more, loneliness began to consume him every time his stepfather took his mother away, he spent it walking the cold corridors of that house until he was a certain age to melt into the body of easy women.
Khalan observed his black eyes in the foggy mirror, they barely showed life but showed off long, dark lashes on the lower eyelid that denoted a certain melancholy in his gaze. He has a snake tattoo on the neck for some reason. Then, he dressed in black jeans, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and a blue detached shirt with his career logo on it.
He went downstairs and saw his mother Anong, in front of the sofa, putting a hand to her cheek and with a sad expression. He walked up to her and took her hands to speak to her.
—Is something wrong mother?— He asked in a soft voice, she looked at him tenderly and shook her head.
—It's not something my beautiful son has to worry about— She replied as she placed a hand on his cheek, Khalan smiled at her making it see that his fangs were more pronounced than normal, his mother was the only person to whom he showed his true smile, an expression with which his face was automatically sweetened and he no longer looked his usual grumpy. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to the garage to find the motorcycle that he had bought with several months of his salary working in a cafeteria, his stepfather was cleaning the red sports car while singing happily, the car and Racing was the only thing he paid attention to besides his intensive work as CEO of an auto company, while Anong was just a trophy to show off to his friends.
He got on the motorcycle and when he looked at that horrible man he forgot to put on his helmet remembering everything he had put them through, frowning again he started the motorcycle and left at full speed. He didn't stop until he got to the parking lot, but in a single blink disaster came to him, he failed to come to a full stop when someone crossed the road with his bike.
—¡Careful!— He screamed and could only wait for the impact with his eyes closed, groans of pain were heard from both sides, but when he opened his eyes he met a little stranger, his jet black hair completely captivated him, it was shiny and soft-looking, in his face highlighted her pale skin, as white as snow and his lips red as blood, but the most adorable thing on his face were his eyes, he had brown eyes full of life, bright and slightly glassy from the blow.
—Ouch … Look where you're going!— The stranger claimed him. Khalan reacted after pausing for a few seconds and got up to offer his help, that boy's hands were soft and small, they were mostly covered by the sleeves of his shirt.
—Sorry… Are you ok?— He apologized, the boy nodded in pain and wanted to leave, but Khalan stopped him by taking his arm roughly when he saw that the elbow of his shirt was stained with blood.
—What are you doing? Let go…— The smallest ordered but he ignored his words and dragged him to his motorcycle.
—Hop on— He said authoritative and then he shook his head.
—I don´t know you— He replied looking at the seat of the vehicle.
—I'll take you to the university clinic, I don't like being indebted to anyone— He responded raising an eyebrow, the stranger hesitated for a moment and climbed onto the back of the seat, Khalan climbed in front of him and gave him the only helmet he had, when he put it on the older one started at full speed making the smallest one hold tightly to his waist fearing to fall.
They arrived at the doors of the clinic, the stranger took off his helmet, showing how dizzy he was and breathed a great sigh, relieved that this had not been the day of his death. They entered the establishment and sat down to wait their turn.
—Since we are here at least tell me who you are— Khalan suggested.
—My name is Yim, I am in the first year of the faculty of medicine— He responded smiling, honoring his name and he began to feel like his heart wanted to go out of place because of his strong beats, when Yim smiled his eyes were almost not visible and gave way to his long upper lashes, Khalan looked away frowning. He did´nt understand why he was so attracted to that stranger.
—Oh! I see that you study engineering... What's your name then?— He asked curiously.
—Khalan— He replied reluctantly, somehow it bothered him to have that feeling of butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.
—Are you mad…?— Yim asked somewhat pained leaning towards him, Khalan glared at him causing him to back away. Yim stared at him for a moment and his expression changed to one of surprise and concern when he saw the blood begin to flow from his head.
—You have blood on your forehead!— He said placing a hand on his mouth, he began to quickly search for something inside his bag.
—It's nothing, just a little scratch— He responded as if he were exaggerating. Yim took out a lilac-colored cloth handkerchief and pressed it to his forehead. For a moment he couldn't help but stare into Khalan's melancholy eyes, they were dark and full of mystery, when he spoke Yim could see his fangs and he couldn't stop looking at that wine-colored snake tattoo.
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