Eternity is a sea filled with blue jellyfish. The cells that make up the body will soon float like jellyfish and shine like eternity. A realm where I cannot sink or die. Forever.

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"We met, is it fate?"

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Sometimes my soul is broken and swept away by the waves of emotions, but in the end, I think I am like a grain of sand that will sink, because I will never be free. Work and work, a perfect endless loop. Where is there room for meaningless emotions to enter?

The blue sea is calling me out there on a dark moonlit night. The white waves ripple with the echoes of despair, I pull my hands into fins, scared to the point of crying.

Paris at night is magical, everything moves around as if nothing happened, I came here just to meet my partner. My feet still walk steadily, wondering who I am in the seemingly endless blue sea. On the deserted road with rows of sleeping wild grass, only a small figure could be seen passing by.

Wonder if that face is quite familiar because it belongs to a world where hundreds of dazzling lights flash, just to give people something to worry about, to talk without caring who judges. This name Fourth Nattawat has appeared thousands of times in articles, and on websites, just turning around to look around, it is right in front of the eyes.

I was born into a leading family in Thailand, standing in a position where everyone has to bow respectfully. They say I have a perfect family, with loving, caring parents, and a talented, obedient younger brother.

What the hell is perfect? ​​Being cared for and looked after is already too much of a luxury for me, if they pay attention, it is probably because of my grades. As the eldest child, the pressure piled up, making me suffocate, having to study well in everything, be obedient, and polite, and later inherit my father's business. They don't even care if I live or die, as long as outsiders see me as perfect. Perfect, perfect, and perfect, everything is perfect. Even though my parents are like that, my younger brother is depraved, bullies, and spends money tirelessly. When my family sees this, they just ignore it and even try to cover it up.

They don't care how tired I am. That meaningless feeling is nothing when I'm still on the black sea with money floating deep inside. I was too small, too weak to escape that darkness, to let the strong gravitational force affect me, to pull me down into the bottomless abyss of darkness, I couldn't do anything but relax my body to ease the pain a little, because what can I do if I resist? 

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My tears silently fall to the ground and no one notices. But to me, it's just the sound of despair in front of my misery. Because I've forgotten how to cry out loud, holding back the tears that silently fall is too much for me. It would be better if my tears turned into pearls and fell, or at least if they turned into stones and fell, then someone would know my sadness and despair.

Are my tears worth it?

All around, the strong lights from the restaurants and shops shone in, making me dazzled. Walking a little, the small, dark alley caught my attention again. It was just a place filled with darkness, but as if there was an invisible force of attraction, my footsteps gradually disappeared deep into the darkness.

A soft light appeared at the end of the alley, a cafe, no name, no sign, just there, seemingly not wanting anyone to care about its existence. The surrounding green, in a place where skyscrapers were too familiar, it was rare to have a place with so many trees and grass like this to set foot in.

Fourth gently pushed the door open, and a pleasant clanging sound rang out. Covered in silence, only the sound of the wind whistling softly could be heard.

The cafe is surrounded by a light woody scent, giving off a rustic feel, the design is simple, there is no air conditioning or fan, only open windows to welcome the natural breeze. Paintings are hung all over the walls of the cafe, dark colors, and broken shapes, mixed with confusion. I stopped for a moment, it seemed like they radiated a strangely strong attraction.

I went to the counter and ordered a hot cappuccino for myself, let's say it was a treat for myself, it had been too long, enough time for me to almost forget my existence. Receiving the cappuccino that was still steaming lightly, carrying the characteristic scent, I walked upstairs.

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In the cool weather, in front of her was a young man sitting and drawing in a peaceful space, seemingly forgetting the inherent haste of humans. I approached the long table next to the balcony, where the young man was sitting on one side, I gently pulled out a chair, taking a seat for myself.

Perhaps the noise made the boy beside me pay attention, Gemini looked up as if every cell in his body stopped working for a moment.

A pile of ashes. That was his impression when he saw this person. He tried not to look at the emptiness because he felt like he was being sucked into it. That face seemed to leave a deep impression on him, like a captivating work of art. He seemed not to feel the gaze on him, his thin hands gently lifted the cup of coffee and sipped.

"Can I draw you?"

His voice was warm, he spoke after a moment of silence.

"Of course, I don't mind."

I turned to look at Gemini, he was confused, but of course, it wasn't shown on the outside.

Then, I only saw the old pencil glide across the paper, carving every angle of that beautiful, sculpted face. The sound of the wind blowing, the rustling of trees, and the sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other, the sounds were so chaotic. My eyes were looking at a strange place, looking at the magnificent city immersed in the night.

"My name is Fourth Nattawat, and you?"

I softly asked.

"Gemini Norawat, that's my name."

Gemini answered, his fingers still skillfully moving across the paper. The wind blew through his hair, sweeping away his thoughts at the moment. For a moment, I wanted to escape from reality, escape from the world that had imprisoned me for so long.

"I need a place to hide, you know?"

I asked casually, not expecting an answer to a meaningless question.

"I know, if you agree, I will take you there."

Gemini answered, not confusing, not asking for a reason, just simply answering.

I didn't say anything more, and continued to sip the still-warm coffee, kinda strange, right?

...

Holding hands tightly, Gemini led me to Provence. By subway, Gemini showed me the things I had never known before. But it was a new and interesting experience, I admitted.

Arriving at the coast, the calm sea reflected the sky, tinged with deep blue, white clouds swimming around. Leading me in, it was a simple house, with only a few simple things, mostly made of wood, and a faint scent of lemongrass wafting throughout the house. I only brought my body with me, leaving everything at the hotel I stayed at before, including my phone, except for a little cash in my right pocket.

Peacefully, my thoughts had flown away with the wind of Provence, seemingly forgetting who I was, forgetting the status and power that everyone longed for as soon as Gemini pulled me away. A feeling I had never had before, not having to worry or be concerned about anything.

"Let me take you to a place, keep it a secret ok?"

Gemini said, his index finger raised in front of his mouth. Coming to the backyard, he led out a rather old bicycle. I sat on it, and Gemini pulled my hand to place on my waist. The pedals started to turn slowly. The spring breeze blew into the air, carrying the rustling sound of trees and the murmur of a stormy heart. It was the weakest wind in the four seasons. However, even in that gentle breeze, I was still moved.

The spring wind blew away the thoughts I was holding. I passed by many rows of trees, and the gentle sunlight shone on, playing with my pure white skin, casting two shadows on the bicycle onto the road.

The warm sunlight embraced, casting a sparkling golden color on Gemini, looking back, I saw that Gemini was really beautiful. The silky hair was left loose on both sides of the forehead, under the sunlight, it shone a chestnut brown color, along with the eyes that always curved into a beautiful line, the straight high nose, and the thin lips that always had a smile.
The unrestrained beauty also had a bit of carefree, life shone within those eyes filled with dreams. Looking back at me, someone who had no hope, no life, and didn't even have a dream, I saw how pathetic I was.

The wheel stopped at a hill, lush green, the grass seemed to wrap around my feet. Looking ahead, purple was everywhere, it's lavender. My pupils were wide open, my mouth kept exclaiming, I didn't expect the place Gemini brought me to be such a beautiful place.

Occasionally, I would write a lie in my heart. Every time I looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw. So I just laughed it off. At some point, I realized that pretending to smile was worse than pretending to cry. Even though I wanted to cry, I couldn't help but smile.

"Here, you can be yourself, a person who is completely you."

Gemini looked at me, speaking vaguely, but deep in his words, his words were full of meaning.

He has a secret, he's not just an ordinary art lover.

You know, lavender is my favorite. Now, seeing them covered in the shimmering golden sunlight, how beautiful it is. My feet ran towards the vast flower fields, arms outstretched to welcome the winds of nature, of the freedom I had always dreamed of. Turning around, and landing, I smiled and waved at Gemini.

Behind him was the bright sun, a halo surrounding him, shining brightly. Gemini looked at him, thinking he was a fairy, the shimmering light shining into his heart, igniting an emotion that was difficult to put into words.

A smile that had not appeared for a long, long time, now shone with a rare happiness. I smiled brightly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you Gemini.

Gemini also brought a notebook and pen, he looked at him, looked with eyes filled with emotions, strong in his chest. His pupils reflected a brilliant image, the bottom of his eyes only held longing.

Not knowing when he let his soul get lost in this moment, the moment the boy in front of him was now happily admiring his secret flower garden.

So gorgeous.

I bent down to let the scent linger at the tip of my nose, Gemini just stood far away, looking at me, his hands dancing again, creating a painting of his own, of a boy, shimmering in the purple of the windy spring weather.

His painting, he gently embraced.

I firmly believe that if love has a color, it is purple. That was the day we both admired purple. I glanced at Gemini. He also saw me looking at me. That was enough for our conversation in the spring. That was enough.

The rustling of green leaves with the fresh wind, and the chirping of birds spoke of the revival of life, gently conveying the story of peace, thanks to that I felt a little calm in my heart, of the spring in my heart now I know, I feel more peaceful.

Here, on this lavender hill, I know who my heart is willing to give to. Gemini, you made me know freedom, about simple and rare happiness, you also let me know what it feels like to have a heart beating fast for someone.

Just a stranger, but this boy in front of me, I owe him my whole life, I want to be with him forever, willing to sell my cheap soul.

Day by day, I learned to smile every day, just having Gemini by my side, I felt so happy. No need for words of love, crazy infatuation appeared in my pupils, where every night reflected your image.

[Two hearts are beating fast, and two people are willing to give to each other, to draw a beautiful love story, no need for fuss, just two hearts facing each other, that's enough.]

...

There is no room for wind in the tight grip of hands.

Footprints were left on the white sand of the sunset, the orange-yellow light dyed the horizon, sending into the sea breeze, your love, my love.

At the end of my memory, Gemini tried to find out when he formed the habit of missing the sea when looking up at the sky, with him, unable to hide my admiration before the calm, clear sea reflecting the sky as it was. Standing next to him, he couldn't close my mouth as if it was the first time he saw the sea and the sky.

He sang, the voice that had been suppressed for so long, rising. Gemini looked at him in amazement, why was even your voice so beautiful? Even the lavender garden that I was so proud of, seemed to have to bow before you.

As soon as that gentle voice rose, even the ocean waves had to fall silent, and the wind stopped blowing, all just to let the pure beauty in that song resound. Even the most perfect works of art, how could they compare to you?

I looked at Gemini absentmindedly and burst out laughing. It was that smile that made Gemini flutter again, he was willing to imprint your smile deep into his bones, to carry it with him for the rest of his life.

Falling, love drowned.

He said, his eyes looking towards where the waves were crashing on the shore, sparkling in his eyes, dancing happily like real dancers. Gemini noticed, it seemed very similar to when we met, you also looked far away like that, only, your eyes now shone with happiness, hidden deep inside was a burning love, replacing the dark color, filling the deep shadow of the past.

Gemini said, the cafe where we first met, he was the owner. Surely, it had such a strong attraction. We met, was it fate?

Returning to the small wooden house, Gemini lent me clothes, cooked dinner for me, and even showed me the paintings he drew, taking care of me wholeheartedly. It's just that I find it strange, that since we met, apart from my name, Gemini has never asked me about my age, my job, or my family, even the reason why I wanted to run away, Gemini has never wondered about anything. Therefore, I can't help but be curious about you.

The only thing we know is each other's names.

[Two strangers, but moved by each other, running away together, living together, admiring the scenery together, willing to give this sincere love to each other.]

Every day, together.

Our past days are more beautiful than movies.

At night, outside the window, the waves sparkle under the moonlight, the wind blows against the glass, sneaks through the gaps, carrying the salty taste of the ocean, the sound of the waves gently touches the ears, the moonlight peeks out from behind the dark clouds, shining on the bodies entwined together, gently landing on your lips, shining a sparkling red.

Gemini accidentally noticed, an invisible force made his throat dry. I also noticed his eyes, my focus moved down to the thin lips in front of me.

Lightly.

The kiss passed like a dragonfly on the water but was enough to make the two hearts that were close together beat hurriedly. The eyes of a lover, lips, and tongues entwined tightly. The image of the other person appeared in the eyes, two bodies caressing each other, letting the fire of love burn them.

He moaned, interspersed with Gemini's panting, creating a song of a night filled with pleasure. He let the waves of love embrace him, drifting to welcome the pleasures he had never experienced before. Gemini looked at him passionately, he was fascinated by that pink color that dyed his entire body the color of love.

Souls merged into one, deeply ingrained into the body a passionate emotion. Burning touches of flesh, scattered kisses on each other's bodies. Amidst the passion of love, mixed in were wet kisses, carrying so many emotions, of a passionate love.

Endless.

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

"I love you too, Fourth."

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Bare feet ran towards the brilliant rose garden, dyeing the whole area pink, blending with the orange-yellow light of the afternoon, magnificent to the point of being magical. When I stepped on the ground full of flower roots, my skin came into contact with the thorns, I felt a sharp pain all around me.

Strangely, I felt them strangely soft. The white skin and the crimson scratches stood out even more, like bright red flowers growing in the cold white snow. Even so, I still rushed forward, despite the more and more cuts appearing. Because Gemini was at the end of the flower field, turning to look at me. His eyes were full of pain, but even so, a smile still bloomed on his lips.

He tried to open his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Sharply, blood splattered onto the flower petals, each drop of bright red glistening with charm, along with shimmering rays of light as if dancing. My blood slid down, soaking into the ground. But no matter how hard I tried, his image became more and more distant in my eyes. The wind was blowing, and a figure suddenly ran through the flower field, followed by red flowers scattered everywhere.

My figure was blurry, as if about to disappear into nothingness. I struggled to continue running, but suddenly, I fell, falling into a beautiful pink color. Looking towards the clear sky, my limbs were limp, my whole body was aching with pain, and my eyes gradually drooped...

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The gentle sunlight of the early morning groped around the window frame, sneaked through the pure white curtains, and then lay on the shiny wooden floor. On the bed, the body buried in the white blanket was sleeping soundly. Fourth woke up with a start. Her hair was messy, he looked around in panic. His eyes turned to the place beside him, where Gemini was lying right next to him, smiling gently.

Thank God, he was still here.

"Good morning, my Gem." Fourth smiled happily. He reached out, embracing the soul of that boy into his arms.

The body that had always been warm, why was it so cold now?

"You will be with me forever, right?" Fourth said.

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

But my dear, how can an empty picture frame answer you?

End.