Perpetuity is an ocean brimming with blue jellyfish. The cells that make up his body will soon float like jellyfish and shine like eternity. It's a realm where he cannot drown or die. Forever.

"Our meeting, was it fate?"

...

Sometimes his soul is shattered and swept away by waves of emotion, but in the end, he thinks he's like a grain of sand that will sink, because he'll never be free. Work and work, a perfectly endless loop. There's no room for meaningless emotions to intrude.

The blue sea awaits him out there on a moonless night. White waves ripple with the echo of despair, and he retracts his hands into fins, so terrified that he cries.

Paris by night is magical; everything moves around as if nothing is happening. He came here only to meet a partner. His feet still walk steadily, and he wonders who he is in this seemingly endless blue sea. On a desolate road with sleeping weeds, only his small silhouette glides by.

He wonders why that face looks so familiar, because it belongs to a world where hundreds of dazzling lights flash, just to give people something to care about, talking without needing to know who's judging. The name Fourth Nattawat appears thousands of times in articles and on social media pages; just by turning his head to look around, they're right in front of his eyes.

He was born into a leading family in Thailand, in a position that commands respect from everyone. They say he has a perfect family, loving and caring parents, and a younger brother who is talented and obedient.

Perfect? Even being cared for and attended to has been a luxury for him. If they paid attention to anything, it was probably his grades. As the eldest son, the pressure piled up, suffocating him. He had to be good at everything, obedient, polite, and later, he would inherit his father's business. They didn't even care if he lived or died, as long as he looked perfect to outsiders. Perfect, perfect, perfect, everything had to be perfect. 

They didn't know how tired he was. Those meaningless emotions were nothing when he was still on the black sea with money floating in the depths. He was too small, too weak to escape that darkness, to let the strong pull influence him, dragging him down into the dark, bottomless abyss. He couldn't do anything but relax his body to hurt a little less, because what could resistance accomplish?

...

His tears silently fall to the ground, and no one notices. But for him, it is only the sound of despair in the face of his misery. Because he has forgotten how to cry out loud, suppressing the silent tears is too much for him. It would be better if his tears turned into pearls and fell, or at least, if they turned into stones and fell, someone would know his sadness and despair.

Are his tears worth anything?

All around, the strong light from restaurants and shops blinds him. After walking a bit, a narrow, dark alley catches his attention. It is just a place filled with darkness, but as if by an invisible force, his footsteps gradually disappear deep into the dark alley.

A soft light appears at the end of the alley—a cafe, with no name, no sign, just there, seemingly not wanting anyone to care about its existence. Greenery surrounds it; in a place where skyscrapers are all too familiar, it's rare to find a place with so many plants.

Fourth gently pushes the door open, and a pleasant jingling sound rings out. Engulfed in silence, he only hears the soft whistling of the wind.

The cafe is enveloped in a light scent of wood, giving it a rustic feel. The design is simple, with no air conditioning or fans, just open windows to welcome natural breezes. The walls of the cafe are covered with paintings—dark colors, fragmented shapes, mixed with a sense of incomprehension. He pauses for a moment; they seem to emit a strangely strong attraction.

Fourth goes to the counter and orders a hot cappuccino, considering it a treat for himself. It's been too long, long enough for him to almost forget his existence. Receiving the cappuccino, which is still steaming with its distinctive aroma, he goes upstairs.

...

In the cool weather, a young man sits drawing in a peaceful space, seemingly oblivious to the inherent haste of humans. He approaches a long table by the balcony where the boy is sitting on one side. He gently pulls a chair, taking a seat for himself.

Perhaps the sound makes the boy next to him take notice. Gemini looks up, and it seems as though every cell in his body stops working for a moment.

A pile of ashes. That's his impression when he sees him. He tries not to look at the emptiness because he feels like he's being sucked into it. That face seems to leave a profound impression on him, like a fascinating work of art. He seems unaware that eyes are fixed on him, as his slender hands gently lift the coffee cup to take a sip.

"May I draw you?"

With a warm, low voice, he speaks after a period of silence.

"Of course, I don't mind."

He turns to look at him, baffled, but naturally, it's not shown on the outside.

Afterward, he only sees an old pencil gliding across the paper, carving every angle on that sculpted face. The sound of the wind, the rustling of trees, and the sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper—the sounds are truly a mix. His eyes are directed towards the unfamiliar, looking at the magnificent city submerged in the night.

"My name is Fourth Nattawat, and you?" he asks softly.

"Gemini Norawat, that's my name," he replies, his fingers still nimbly working on the paper. The wind weaves through his hair, carrying away his thoughts at that moment. For a brief moment, he wants to escape reality, to escape the world that has imprisoned him for so long.

"I need a place to hide, do you know of one?" he asks aimlessly, not expecting an answer to a meaningless question.

"I know. If you agree, I'll take you there," Gemini replies, with no incomprehension or questioning of the reason, just a simple answer.

He says nothing more, continuing to sip the still-warm coffee. How strange, isn't it?

...

With a firm grip on his hand, Gemini takes him to Provence. On the subway, Gemini shows him things he has never known before. But it's a new and interesting experience, he admits.

They arrive at the seaside, where the calm sea reflects the sky, dyeing it a deep blue, with white clouds swimming all around. He is led into a simple house with just a few basic pieces of furniture, most of them made of wood, and the faint scent of lemongrass wafts through the house. He only brought himself, leaving all his belongings at the hotel he was staying at before, including his phone, except for a small amount of cash in his right pocket.

Peaceful. His thoughts have been carried away by the wind of Provence, seemingly forgetting who he is, leaving behind the status and power that everyone longs for, the moment Gemini pulls him away. It is a feeling he has never had before—no worries or anxieties about anything.

It's a strange feeling.

"Let me take you somewhere, can you keep it a secret?" Gemini says, holding his index finger to his lips. They go to the backyard, where there is a rather old bicycle. He sits on it, Gemini takes his hands and places them on his waist, and the pedals slowly begin to turn. Spring breezes blow into the air, carrying the rustling sound of trees and the murmur of a stirred heart. It's the weakest wind of the four seasons. However, even in that gentle breeze, he is moved.

The spring wind blows away the thoughts he has been holding on to. He passes by many trees, with gentle sunlight shining on his pure white skin, playfully casting two shadows on the road from the bicycle.

The warm sun embraces Gemini, shining on him in a glittering golden color. Looking at him again, he sees that Gemini is truly beautiful. His smooth hair is loose on both sides of his forehead, and in the sunlight, it shines with a chestnut brown hue, along with eyes that often curve into a beautiful line, a high, straight nose, and thin lips that are always accompanied by a smile.

His beauty is free-spirited, with a touch of carefree innocence. Life shines from within those eyes filled with dreams. Looking back at himself, a person with no hope, no life, not even a dream, he finds himself to be truly pathetic.

The wheels stop at a hill, lush and green, with grass seemingly wrapping around his feet. What he sees before him is a field full of purple, of lavender. His pupils widen, and he can't stop exclaiming. He never expected the place Gemini would take him to be so beautiful.

Sometimes, he would tell a lie in his heart. Every time he looked in the mirror, he hated what he saw in it. So he just smiled it away. At some point, he realized that pretending to smile was even worse than pretending to cry. Even though he wanted to cry, he couldn't help but smile.

"Here, you can be yourself, a person who is completely you," Gemini says, looking at him aimlessly, but the words are filled with deep meaning.

He has a secret: he is not just an ordinary art lover.

He doesn't know, but lavender is his favorite flower. Now, looking at them, dressed in a shimmering golden light, they are so beautiful. His feet run towards the vast flower field, his arms open to embrace the winds of nature, of the freedom he has always longed for. Turning in a circle and landing, he waves to Gemini with a bright smile.

Behind him is the blazing sun, a halo surrounding him, radiating brightly. Gemini looks at him, almost mistaking him for a deity. The sparkling light shines into his heart, igniting an emotion that is hard to put into words.

A smile that had not appeared for a very, very long time now radiates with a rare happiness. He gives a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart, thanking him, thanking Gemini.

Gemini also brought a notebook and a pen. He looks at him with eyes full of emotion, a strong feeling in his chest. His pupils reflect the radiant image, his eyes filled only with desire.

He doesn't know when, but he has lost his soul in this moment, the moment the boy in front of him is happily admiring his secret garden of flowers.

It's beautiful.

He bends down to let the fragrant scent linger at the tip of his nose. Gemini just stands far away, watching him, his hands dancing to create a painting of his own, of a boy, shimmering amidst the purple hue of the season, in the vast spring wind.

His own painting, he gently embraces it.

He is sure that if love had a color, it would be purple. That was the day the two of them admired the color purple together. He glances at Gemini. He also sees him looking at him. That's enough for our conversation in the spring. That's enough.

The rustling of green leaves and the fresh breeze, the chirping of birds speaking of the rebirth of life, gently convey a story of peace. Thanks to this, he feels a little more tranquil at the bottom of his heart. Now that he knows the spring within his heart, he feels more peaceful.

Here, on this lavender hill, he knows who his heart is willing to give to. Gemini, you showed him freedom, the simple yet rare happiness, and you also showed him what it feels like for his heart to beat wildly for someone.

Just a stranger, but this young man in front of him owes him a lifetime. He is willing to give up his cheap soul for all eternity to be by his side.

The days pass peacefully. He learns how to smile every day. As long as Gemini is by his side, he feels so happy. No need for words of love, the crazy infatuation is all in his pupils, where his image is reflected every night.

Two hearts are beating wildly, two people are willing to give themselves to each other, to paint a beautiful love story. No need for anything fancy, as long as two hearts are directed toward each other, that's enough.

...

There's no room for the wind in the tight embrace of their hands.

Footprints are left on the white sand of a sunset, golden-orange staining the sky, sending his and his love into the sea breeze.

At the end of his memories, he tries to figure out when he formed the habit of missing the sea when looking up at the sky. With him, he can't hide his admiration for the calm, clear sea reflecting the sky as it is. Standing next to him, he can't close his mouth as if seeing the sea and sky for the first time.

He begins to sing, a voice that has been suppressed for so long, finally emerging. Gemini looks at him in astonishment. How can even his voice be so beautiful? Even the lavender garden that he is so proud of seems to have to bow its head before him.

As soon as that gentle voice rises, even the sea waves fall silent, and the wind no longer blows fiercely. Everything is just to let the pure beauty in that song ring out. Even the most perfect works of art how could they compare to him?

He looks at a dazed Gemini and laughs. It's that smile again that makes Gemini's heart flutter. He vows to engrave his smile deep into his bones to carry with him for a lifetime.

"Love is falling and drowning," he says, his eyes directed toward the waves crashing on the shore, glistening in his eyes, dancing joyfully like real dancers. Gemini notices that it seems very similar to when they first met. He was also looking into the distance like that, but now, his eyes sparkle with a hint of happiness, and deep within, there is a burning love, replacing the dark colors, filling the deep blackness of the past.

He says that the cafe where they first met is his own. No wonder it had such a strong pull. Our meeting, was it fate?

Returning to the small wooden house, Gemini lends him clothes, cooks dinner for him, and even shows him the paintings he drew, wholeheartedly taking care of him. It's just that he finds it strange that, since they met, other than his name, Gemini has never asked him about his age, profession, family, or even the reason he wanted to run away. All of it, Gemini has never once questioned. Therefore, he can't help but be curious about him.

The only thing they know about each other is their names.

Two strangers, yet moved by each other, running away together, living together, admiring the scenery together, and giving their true feelings to each other.

Every day, together.

Their past few days have been more beautiful than movies.

At night, outside the window, the waves sparkle under the moonlight. The wind blows against the glass, weaving through the cracks, carrying the salty taste of the sea. The sound of the waves gently touches his ears. The moon, peeking out from behind a dark cloud, shines on their intertwined bodies, gently landing on his lips, giving them a sparkling red color.

Gemini accidentally notices it, and an invisible force makes his throat go dry. He also notices his gaze, which moves down to the thin lips in front of him.

Light as a feather.

The kiss glides over like a dragonfly on the water, but it's enough to make their two hearts, pressed close together, beat wildly. The eyes of a lover, their lips tightly intertwined. The image of the other appears in their eyes. Their two bodies caress each other, letting the fire of love flare up and consume them.

His whimpers, intertwined with his ragged breathing, create a song of a night filled with pleasure. He lets the waves of love embrace him, floating and welcoming pleasures he has never experienced before. Gemini looks at him passionately; he is enchanted by this look, loving the pink color that stains his entire body with pleasure.

Their souls become one, an intense emotion deeply carved into their bodies. Burning touches on their skin, scattered kisses on each other's bodies. Amidst the rushes of love, a wet kiss intertwines, carrying a passionate love.

Endless.

"I love you, I love you so much, Gemini."

"I love you, too, Fourth."

...

Bare feet run toward the vibrant rose garden, staining the area pink, blending with the golden-orange light of dusk, dazzling and magical. It is only when he steps on the ground full of rose roots, his skin touching the thorns, that he feels a piercing pain all around him.

Strangely, he finds them unusually gentle. His fair skin makes the deep red scratches stand out even more, like bright red flowers growing in cold white snow. Still, he rushes forward, even as more and more cuts appear. Because Gemini is at the end of the flower field, his back turned to him, looking at him. His eyes are full of pain, yet a smile blossoms on his lips.

He tries to open his mouth, but his words are stuck in his throat.

Sharp, blood splashes onto the petals, each drop of fresh red sparkling with elegance, with glistening rays of light dancing. His blood slides down, soaking the ground. But no matter how hard he tries, his image becomes more and more distant in his eyes. The wind howls, and a figure sprints through the flower field, with red flowers scattered in his wake.

His silhouette is blurry, as if about to vanish into nothingness. He struggles to keep running, but suddenly, he falls, collapsing into the beautiful pink color. Looking up at the clear sky, his limbs are exhausted, his whole body aches with pain, and his eyes slowly close...

...

The gentle morning sun meanders by the window frame, weaves through the white curtain, and then stretches across the glossy wooden floor. On the bed, a body buried in a white blanket is sound asleep. Fourth wakes up with a start. His hair is a mess, and he looks around in a panic. His eyes turn to the person next to him, where Gemini is lying right beside him, smiling gently.

Thank goodness, he's still here.

"Good morning, my Gem." Fourth smiles happily. He reaches out and embraces the other's soul.

The body that was always warm, why is it so cold today?

"You'll be with me forever, won't you?" Fourth asks.

The answer is perhaps an invisible promise? Because nothing can last forever.

But, my dear, how can an empty canvas answer you?

End.