Fate had a weird way of circling back over paths that were meant to cross..
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January, 2002

Bangkok Hospital, Children nursery

The wailing sound of the baby was earth shattering in the corridor. It's as if the sound was increasing and breaking the silence of the otherwise calm environment of the kid nursery where the very reputable hospital place the kids who are sick after birth or in need of more hospital care before they can be handed to their parents.

The nurse who was on duty then was looking at the kid with worry filled eyes. The baby was just three days old. Healthy, not sick when born but it was just after that when the trouble began. The child keep wailing. Tears streaming down big doe innocent eyes making the parents heart shatter with hurt. The doctors have tried everything. Checked the baby thoroughly. There was no sign of sickness or hurt. But still the baby keep wailing. It is normal. But not if the wailing keeps going on for three days straight.

They had to put the three days old baby into the deep care system for the time being. Because all the tears and wailing seems to drown his energy little by little. And it can be dangerous for a newborn.

Mr. Arthur and Mrs. Karen Suppasit knew it fully. And their heart was breaking with every passing second. Only they know how much prayer they did to get this child. And now after years of trying their dreams were all coming true only for fate to step in like this.

"It's ok Karen. Control yourself. It's normal for newborn." Arthur Suppasit consoled her crying wife who was looking at her child through the window separating the baby from them.

"My ba...baby, Arthur. My baby is in pain. Do something.  I..." Tears stream down her face as she turn towards her husband. "I am his mother and still I feel like a failure. I can't even stop my own baby from crying. Maybe I don't deserve to be a mother."

Arthur's brows were pulled together in concern yet he remained strong. Not trying to let his inner turmoil show. It was breaking him too. But he had to be strong now. For his wife, his child, he has to be strong. "You are gonna be one of the best mother out there, do you hear me?" He cupped the woman's cheek. "This is just a simple hardship we have to go through together. The doctor said he will be ok, didn't he?" His fingers wiped her tears away slowly but in the meantime trying to hold his own tears back.

She nodded a little, doubt not going away from her mind as she let her husband take her away from there. But not before taking another look at the baby who was crying, his hands thrashing upwards as if looking for something. Someone.

And that particular sight made a smile appear on the woman's face who seems to be analyzing the situation with curious eyes from the corner of the hallway. The nursery was empty that time. For some unknown reason, there was no sight of the nurse who always seems to be there.

With slow step she went near the cradle. Her red gown seeming to be a complete misfit for the hospital environment. One of her fingers slowly caressed the baby's cheek. Taking notice of the wailing sound increasing again and again. It made her smile again but this time the smile was draped with pain, with old tales and unfinished story's that only she knew.

"So much time passed yet..." She bend down kissing the baby's temple, "Yet you seems to bear the pain even now when you don't even know what pain is. How Tragic." A chuckle passed through her lips that instantly turned into a frown when she picked up the baby in her arms. 

"You are still waiting, aren't you?"

The baby only seems to cry louder and this seems to put tears into the unknown woman's eyes too. "Centuries passed my Prince. And still the pain remains the same for you." She put the baby down slowly into the cradle. "I shouldn't worry but I can't help it. You have always been naïve when comes to him." Her eyes seems to turn more sad hearing the now little sniffs of the baby. It seems like it has finally tired himself enough to fell asleep."

"If you cry like his, that person, will he hear? He has always been a cruel epitome of cruelness after all. So stop crying," A pain filled look pass through her eyes "He won't listen. He never did."

At the same time in maternity ward of Bangkok hospital

Mrs. Leah Kanawut was happy. She was absolutely the happiest. Even though she just lost her husband three month ago in a car accident, but she was happy. And her reason of happiness was not only the baby girl who was just born but also the 7 year old boy who was now touching the girl's cheek. A adorable fond expression taking over his eyes as he caress his sister temple. She was so small that he was even afraid to touch her at first.

But his mom said it's ok. And that's why he was now playing with the newborn while letting out a smile when the baby smiled at him.

"Hellooo, Me Gup, your brother. We will play together a lot." The newborn only giggled not speaking making a frown appear on Gulf's forehead as he looked towards his Mother.

"Mom, she not speaking to Gup. She doesn't like Gup."

Leah Kanawut didn't knew if she should cry or laugh at the expression of the now pouting 7 year old boy. "She is still little baby. She needs to grow a little more to talk. And for that we have to protect her so that she can grow without any worry."

The little boy seems to deep in thought before looking at the child and then looking at his mother. "Gup will protect baby." He puffed out his chest in a proud manner making his mom let out a smile. "Then baby will play with Gup?"

She let out a loud laugh thanking again her deceased husband for insisting on adopting a 2 year old child back then when they gave up on the idea of ever having a kid of their own. The same child who is now standing before her with a determined expression on his adorable face.

"Of course she will. But  now she needs to sleep. Do you want to help holding her hand when she sleeps? It will comfort her."

The boy nodded his head instantly. A smile taking over his face. But just as he was going to held the baby's finger something stopped him. He looks around confusedly. The sound seems to bother him taking the smile away from his face making her mother worry too. Her son is always a happy person. A little matured for his age but happy nonetheless. 

"What happened, Gulf?" Worry was evident in her tone.

"Mom...Gup doesn't like. This sound making Gup sad. Gup doesn't like it." He covered his ears, eyes brimming with tears that he stubbornly held back. He was a big boy now. Big boys don't cry.

Leah looked at her son with worry not understanding the reason. She can't hear anything at all. Maybe he doesn't want to stay in this room. After all he didn't left her side since yesterday. "Why don't you walk outside a little." She suggest, worry still eating her inside. "But don't go anywhere from in front of the waiting area."

The little boy nod his head, obediently venturing outside the door. There were less people in the waiting area. It was after visiting hour after all. But it didn't bother him. Because The unknown sound seems to stop. Yet the uneasiness didn't. The 7 year old doesn't understand what those feelings were. But he was happy that no sound was coming anymore as he step in front of the window. The garden looking back at him. A beautiful sight. His hands itching to get a pencil and paper to draw it.

It was all silent and peaceful for a moment until that sound return. That ear piecing sound that claw at his skin. Grabbing his little heart and then squeezing it painfully. His feets already decided there destination as the sound increase. The waiting area was left behind, a new corridor appearing. His legs taking him slowly towards a wailing sound. It was crying. The sound was the wailing of a baby. He could tell now. It was coming from a room surrounded by glass. The door was ajar. His small hands turned the doorknob stepping inside but not stopping.

It was as if something was pulling him. Something like rope tied around him taking him to something he never saw before. Until he did. An wide eyed, pink nosed crying baby that was wailing without stopping.

The 7 year old couldn't understand back then why it was hurting to see the baby's tears. He couldn't express why his own tears were falling. He only knew he needs to stop those tears. Those tears doesn't suit the baby. Something tells him that the sight of this baby smiling will be more beautiful.

So with that in mind he stepped closer wiping the tears away from the baby's eyes with his little hands. And just like that those wide doe eyes were not brimming with tears anymore. They were sparkling. With something new found that neither can understand that time.

A soft giggle escaped the baby's lips as small fingers wrapped around his hand. And the uneasiness finally went away from Gulf's heart. The burden seems to listen as he smiled at the newborn who was now smiling back at him. Soft giggles leaving his lips making Gulf laugh too at the cuteness of the baby. 

"Gup knew you will look cute when smiling."

It felt like as if the baby seems to understand his words while his wailing was now totally replaced with a smile, looking up at the boy with the galaxy sparkling in his eyes. And Gulf again wanted to paint. Paint those smiling sparkling eyes. Paint those stars shining in there, paint those soft giggles turning into a adorable smile brightening that little face.

He was so lost that he didn't noticed the lady standing outside the glass wall now looking at them. the smile still present on her face as he observes those two, lost in their own world. 

"Seems like it is starting again." Her whispered words seems to pointed at no one and at the same time speaking as if someone was hearing. "I hope this time, you will understand what you have to do, General." Her eyes not going away from the pair now laughing wholeheartedly. "I hope this time..." Her eyes locked on the 7 year old boy playing with the child. "I hope this time this time you can learn to be a little more selfish."

She steps away from the wall, walking away from that place without looking back. It was time to let fate play it's course. After all, she was just a bystander, someone who can only look, not partake. It was the only thing she was capable of doing.

And maybe that's why she stepped back, without sparing another glance towards the now happy child and the 7 year old playing between themselves. 

Yet she prayed. She prayed that this time the story wll be different. This time she won't have to witness that heartbreaking sight she did that night centuries ago. This time she wished, prayed and went away.

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As I promised, this is turning into a book. A very fluffy, mysterious, angst filled book.

Also, I typed it from my mobile. My laptop is broken. Waiting for the new laptop. So, updates is gonna be slow in all my books. Sorry in advance.

P.S: Don't forget to tell me how it is. Byeeeee

P.P.S forgive me for the spelling mistakes. It is difficult to write from mobile.