Sun glances down from his podium in the club, to the bar, and sure enough the man has again come today. He comes every Saturday but unlike the very first day when he has spoken to him or denied his generous flirty offer to go to the rooftop, the man keeps himself aloof from him.. but sun can feel his eyes constantly on him as he sings..it should feel creepy but sun  feels an odd mixture of pity, simmering heat and intrigue.

Sun, remembers those eyes filled with hope and sadness which called out to him as
" krist" that day.. and in the dim lighting of the bar, as sun had locked his eyes with Mr Singto Prachaya he had felt the everytime a sad longing reflecting through those deep onyx eyes..

But tonight Sun has decided to do something about this nagging attraction he feels towards this man who has continued to ignore and reject his advances towards him, after he finishes his performance,but continues to devour him with eyes when he sings..the hot and cold of the situation is driving him crazy..

So Singto tonight finds himself in front of the pissed off singer on the barstool,  after the show gets over and thundering applause and encouraging words of the patrons cease..

Singto, has again come back like a cursed soul, to be immersed into the voice and face which is so krist..but he had never imagined tonight sun will not take his no or ignoring dialogues and will continue with his questions..

Singto doesn't even know still but tonight will change many things for him..

" What's the deal man? You come every Saturday as well as all the special show days and literally eye fuck me and when I ask you out, Everytime you run away..or just blatantly ignore me! What are you trying to do hot bod? Playing hard to get?.."

Sintgo feels appalled at the language but he knows the young singer has right to reprimand him..he stares and stares as he sings on those nights ,he just cannot take his eyes of this person who looks so much alike to krist.

Except the scar and the greenish blue penetrating eyes.. and on closure inspection he is much healthier than krist ever looked.. but Sun has this bad boy look and an interesting half smile which Singto finds hard to forget.

Sun pic courtesy suzanneca ♥️♥️♥️♥️

And Singto had tried, bloody hard for three months, he had tried to forget that smile and those eyes which are so unlike krist. No one can even understand how much Singto has a mental tug of war with himself every Saturday..

his sane mind telling him to stay away and not to visit the bar ever again ,his irrational mind waiting to catch a glimpse of the similar but different face and the voice..even his voice is sultry and different, where as krist's high notes always were smooth, sun has a quiver and huskiness when he reaches those.. yes, Singto notices everything, every detail and every mannerisms of the young singer Sun..
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All these little details about the young musician, has become his nemesis as well as his obsession..

" Hey I will not let you keep quiet today handsome.. I even saw you following me Friday last week, in the market. You think you were discreet but let me break it for you.. you were never a police man...just a painter."

" How do you know I am a painter?"

Singto blushes profusely being caught stalking, and speaks for the first time tonight.. But in his defense he was just roaming the local markets when he had spotted the younger buying some beads and jewelleries and roaming from one shop to another aimlessly and Singto had trailed him.

He had seen how the younger had smiled so openly with all the  shopkeepers like he knew those old and young selling their merchandises through ages, flirt with scantily clad women, which had created a scowl on Singto's face .

Later he even had sat down and played the guitar and sang  along with the old beggar singing for some money.. and Singto had again smiled as the money had poured, in front of the old man as the younger charmed the passer byes with his voice and edgy look..

He was really like his namesake, bright jovial and shining, bringing warmth wherever he goes..he is brought back to present by Sun's sarcastic tone of speech..

" you think You are the only one with stalking skills handsome! Jacob is an old customer and friend, so finding details about his best friend is not such a difficult job in this small town. So, first thing first! Enough of hide and seek..

who is this Krist?"

" Eh!"

"Don't pretend you just fell from the sky!  You said that name when we met for the first time..who is he? Your muse? Your bygone ex or some stupid moron that dumped you and left you moping!"

" Don't call krist any such name" Singto flares up ..

" Ohh so still hung over that krist huh!!."
He pronounces the name with venom..

" Don't .. say his name like that.." 

Sun feels suddenly a volatile anger on this unknown person called krist, he has liked Singto the moment he has first seen him but he is quite sure Singto only pursues him because of his resemblance to his so called krist! It's like his own face is his enemy a hinderance, to get closer to the person he has a crush on, now for three months.. and if he delves deeper in his heart, the truth is he has more than a mere crush on this handsome painter..

he loves Singto's sad onyx eyes, the long fingers, he has dwelled and admired over his paintings online for many many sleepless nights in these last three months and Every damn time he has approached him, Singto had not seen beyond his face, rejecting his advances and has kept on pushing him away..

" Why wouldn't I say his name like that..because of that person you don't even look at me.. every night I sing for you , I try to serenade you, and for that moment I feel you like me too..but as the song ends so do your admiring eyes, they loathe me, they scrutinize me from head to toe lingering on my scar!  your mouth which sings along with my tunes spit rejection after rejection for me after my performance!.. Am I not even worthy of a single date Mr Singto?"

Singto doesnt know what comes upon him, seeing the soulful sea like eyes tear glazed, pleading him for one chance , he feels his whole being getting shaken, he truly wants to reach out and hug Sun, the bar almost empty..people already have left them alone

..but he feels immense guilt in his heart too, like he is cheating krist, like he is again pursuing happiness when krist had none.

So he does what his tortured soul tells him, chugging down the glass full of beer in one breath he lashes out..

" Krist was my love, my soulmate  he was more than my mere muse.. he was a beautiful human being, ..he had voice of an angel, he was a star, Thailand's rising star.. and he was flawless , not a crony one like you , singing in his father's bar with no future, no ambition and enjoying his secluded sheltered life and frolicking around with men and women, with an ugly scar..don't take his name again ..don't try to come near me again too, you are just a cheap doppelganger and nothing else for me."

Singto storms off, not even daring to meet the shocked and saddened eyes, he has not failed to see the lone tear making its way down the pale cheeks as he spouted the poisoned words..giving away to doom, his  second chance at happiness..

Singto wholeheartedly feels he doesn't deserve it..he doesn't deserve new beginning.. he couldn't save the one he loved.. he cannot take another souls expectations again..he only deserves pain. Bleeding heart is the only way he can remember krist or he will let him go for ever..

A firm hand stops him as he is about to strutt off towards the path unknown, he has all plans of just loitering aimless tonight, his whole being wants him to go back inside and apologize but his machoist mind commands him to walk away..

" Stop.."

It's Jacob..

" What are you doing?" Singto sees his best friend's face, he is looking really angry! Did he hear what went down between him and Sun! Singto had not paid any heed to his surrounding and definitely his last words were loud enough to hear if someone was there in their vicinity.

" Yes, what are you thinking is right!.. I heard Everything. I was hiding behind the bar..from the moment you and sun started to have that toxic conversation ..and I wanted to ask you about krist..was he the one for whom you asked for my family's private jet..he was your brother in law right..? I searched the news..he was gang raped by your brother and suspected to cause the accident that killed them both right?"

Singto remains silent but flinches a little which doesn't escape Jacob's observant eyes,this conversation is due for a long time and today Jacob is not backing down.. he continues

"Now I know why you never wanted me to read the gory news reports of the family scandal, your reason for seeking solace in alcohol,your shutting out everything except painting, me and Crisa..today I came to know for sure that he was your lover too and all the cause of your self harm! "

Sintgo looks down.. he can't meet his best friend's pitiful gaze..

" I am right!.. he was  the one who held your heart for so long in binds..I am sure he never wanted you to remain stuck in the past and move on..but you really never let him go..untill today."

Singto jolts up his head..his eyes narrow..what is his best friend spouting now..!

" Did you not realise when you were talking to  Sun ..you used only past tense to describe Krist..you said I quote, he was your love, he was your soul mate!"

Jacob smiles a little when Singto's eyes widen in shock! Yes , for the first time he said those words, accepting krist was gone and not coming back ever..

" But Singto..that was a low blow to sun, about his scar and his work as a singer in his dad's bar..you need to know how he got that scar..this bar caught fire five years back..all courtesy of his step mom's wrath on his father when he left her.

He was performing that night. He used to do that as a hobby, his passion, his father always used to say was modelling and glamour life.He singlehandedly saved three people and also his father who suffered serious burn.. he left everything,  his passion, his dreams, just to get this bar back on the feet and taking care of his paralysed invalid father..

He may not be Krist the beautiful flawless angel of your past ..but he is a selfless soul too. And he is waiting for you."

Jacob turns Singto around who has started sobbing, his own unjustified harsh words ringing in his ears, and suddenly Singto realises sun is standing right in front of him. His eyes are moist too..

" So.. Mr handsome I am asking again., am I even worthy of a single date in your eyes?.. I am no krist..I don't want to be him.. already I am cursing my face.."

Sintgo stops him by placing a soft kiss on the forehead and then on the scarred cheek..

" I am sorry.. In trying to not hurt the past who is gone for almost four years, I have hurt my present standing right in front of my eyes..

Sun,. you are more than your face and you are different than him.. yes, I accept I started to pursue you in search of him, but in search of finding him in you I have started falling for the man you are, the stubborn you, the singer you, the shopper you, the you, who sings and plays guitar for the orphan kids on Sundays, the you who is so popular with the simple market folks for your generosity..the you who mesmarises every soul in that bar with his hospitality and gentleness making the patrons come back again and again.."

Sun stares deep into Singto's eyes, the Pandora's box has been opened, there is no turning back..does Singto really mean what he says? Does he really like him for who he is? His unasked questions are answered soon as a blazing smile greets him and Singto leans in, cupping his cheeks by his both hands, his fingers tracing the pretty contours of the chiselled alluring face..

" Today is full moon .. is the roof top invitation still stands? ..or have I screwed up royally..?"

This time Sun stops him ..his lips find his..his heart overwhelming.. he has waited for three months for these simple words of acceptance.

And Singto doesn't stop his heart from beating again this time, their kiss deepens..

Singto feels a soft wind caressing past him, his skin tingles with a known smell which just dissipates before he can even catch it fully ... A last goodbye?

Singto tightens his hug around the younger...his happiness is here .. the past will always be there as a beautiful bittersweet nostalgia but his present is enigmatic and deserving of all the love that his heart can bestow..he has found his way..way back to love and life  again..

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Solace to heart?

prithaani browngirl2705..hope you like this ending..💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜