[SK] I don’t have to love you

Chapter 18

In the past two years, the most difficult thing for Krist to let go of is nothing more than Singto's ambiguous attitude, from soft-spoken to insincere, and he was finally defeated by Singto's stubborn "talking about him".

If Singto was still awake at this moment and stood in front of him properly, Krist would definitely scold him. Scolding him is obviously something that everyone can be happy with a few words, why must it be so boring.

But this kind of complaining heart disappeared completely when looking at Singto's sleepy face.

He even couldn't help but reflect on whether his bluntness scared Singto away.

In front of Singto, Krist felt that her love seemed much shallower.When this person began to fall in love with him, he was still holding another person's hand unconsciously, back and forth, and the years that fell were counted by years.

Perhaps in Singto's eyes, that courageous confession was more like a casual joke in Singto's eyes.

Maybe it was because she loved someone so much that she couldn't help making excuses for all his behaviors. In short, after spending a long time quietly with the person on the hospital bed, Krist took almost all the faults on herself.

Singto was right, but it didn't matter if he was wrong.

If only he could wake up too.

Krist held Singto's hand, the knuckles in that hand became more obvious due to the thinness of the past few days, but most of the time huddled under the quilt, the warmth of the fingertips brought him a little comfort.

This comfort makes people's hearts hurt even more.

What are two people who clearly love each other doing?Let's live a good life, but it's just that we have achieved such a situation where life and death are separated.

If you do it again, if you do it again——Krist suddenly realizes that if you do it again, he still can't guarantee that he can honestly not mention the breakup.

Because the days when you can't figure out the other party's mind are really too difficult.

At this moment, Krist couldn't even tell whether he was blaming Singto for his ruthlessness or ashamed of his own cruelty.

He couldn't help holding Singto's hand a lot harder, and the two gears held in his palm had already been stained with their body temperature.

"I'm sorry..." Krist raised his hand to his cheek, and the tears in his eyes rolled down again, falling on the hands they held.

drop by drop--

Singto, who had his eyes closed tightly, opened them suddenly, only to find that the rain started to rain in the air at some point, and it had been falling for a long time.

He touched the back of his right hand in panic. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the few drops of rain that just fell on it seemed to have some unusual temperature, scorching hot.

That feeling came and went quickly, but after a while, Singto left it behind.

It was already the end of get out of class time, and the students in the teaching building were filing out, so he didn't care about anything at all, so he rushed to the side of the corridor, stretched out his arms to embrace the several seniors who were coming down together, and even though he was burning with anxiety, he still went ahead honestly. Li: "Seniors, why didn't Senior Arthit come down with you?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay for a while, before realizing it, they said: "Yes, where is Arthit?"

"You were following behind just now, why did you disappear in a blink of an eye?"

"Did you go to the bathroom?"

"This kid just disappeared without saying a word..."

Several seniors were still complaining, but Singto's heart sank little by little following their words, until he fell into the abyss.

He suppressed the panic in his heart, pushed through the crowd and rushed to the bathroom on their classroom floor. He even pushed open the doors of the cubicles, but he still couldn't see the familiar figure.

He retreated to the stairwell little by little, and sat down dejectedly, but the phone beeped again, and Arthit's message was displayed on the screen that hadn't been unlocked immediately.

"I heard from Tuta that you are looking for me?"

Such a simple sentence, but it still made Singto's heart skip a beat.

Singto hurriedly unlocked it and opened it, and quickly typed: "Where are you?"

But after typing these words, his fingertips were hanging above the send button, and he didn't press it for a long time.

He didn't even need to scroll up, he could see the last communication between the two.

It was also his urgent question, followed by Arthit's polite answer: "There are two classes in the morning, and I'm already in the classroom."

Turning forward, the dialogue is exactly the same as the following:

"Where are you?"

"It's in the library, giving a report with Not."

"I've arrived at your door, where are you?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot to have an appointment with you, and I was dragged out by Bright to play, and I will go back soon, why don't you go in and wait for me?"

However, he chased to the library, to the stadium, and to every place he mentioned in the information, but he still couldn't see him.

And the people who were with him also looked surprised, as if Arthit was still with them the last second.

"Just look for books over there on the bookshelf, you go and look for them."

"Let's go buy some water."

"Why are you so unlucky every time you come here, Arthit just left."

How long has it been? Singto really didn't want to admit that since that day, Arthit promised to be with him well, he really hasn't seen him for a long time.

When I called, there was always no one answering. When I went to class, the person had already been called by the teacher to run errands. Even when I called in the middle of the night, he happened to be back home...

No matter how clumsy and incredible the excuses were, they happened one after another.

Apart from the messages on the phone explaining Arthit's whereabouts, he couldn't find anything else.

I can't hear his voice, can't see his appearance...

In this world, which he created himself, everyone can meet Arthit.

Except for himself.