《KRISTSINGTO ONESHOT》• See You Again
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I ran around the backyard searching for my friend. We love playing hide and seek since i was 17. I never thought I'll have a brother, like him.
Earlier today. Krist asked me that we should play a game with him. of course i couldn't say no to his bubbly smile. I wonder why he doesn't look like me. His skin is pale, He always wore the white jacket with red and blue stripes on the sleeves, white shirt and his shattered eye glasses.
Every time My Dad isn't home so he'll come by and ask me if we should go get some fun.
Right now, I'm hearing his little giggles from the back of the tree house.
Smiling to myself. I tiptoed my way towards where he is, i saw him move a bit and hid his face in his sleeves.
"There you are!" I pointed at him, his eyes widen at the sudden expression i made and he shook his head in disbelief.
"You're cheating! You always find me!" He answered sliding his back on the wood and sat on the grass. And crossed his arms.
"Well, how can i not find you you always hide in the same place?" I replied, trying to stop myself from laughing and sat beside him.
"Yeah, you're right." He said in defeat.
How can he be so pretty.
"Why are you staring at me."
My eyes snapped wide and laid myself on the dark wood. He playfully smacked me in the arm. Feeling his cold touch i smiled to myself.
"I don't know. I guess you're just good looking." I replied not making any contact with him.
My heart starts beating faster when the students in college teased me and called me names like "scrawny" or "fuck boy looking"
Sighing, i moved myself and placed my head down on his soft thighs. Dropping my eyelids slowly, his cold hand made it's way to brush my hair over and over again.
"You know you can tell me what's bothering you." Krist spoked while still combing my hair with his dainty fingers.
"I just don't know why the boys and girls and almost everyone calls me scrawny and fuck boy looking? Don't i look decent?" I explained. My eyes averting on his brown ones as his averted on mine, he smiled and patted my hair.
"It's not bad, i think it's cool that you're being called "fuck boy looking" i mean, you look handsome as heck'!" Krist explained and combed my hair still.
I nodded and showed him a tight lipped smile and closed my eyes again. Inhaling the autumn breeze as the sun shone through the golden leaves that the tree is showering all over the grass.
"Are you sleepy?" He asked, and pressed a gentle kiss on my brown locks. I smiled sheepishly whilst not opening my eyes.
"Nope." I answered, swaying my crossed feet left to right. He hummed and left his hand on my hair.
"Krist?" I started
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"Yes Sing?" He replied.
I sat up in front of him and raised my pinky finger and placed it in front of us. His gaze dropped down on my finger and looked back up at me. A question mark on his face.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me." I spoke in a serious tone. His face warm and smiled up at me.
He hooked his pinky finger with mine and kissed the back of his hand. Not cutting our contact. I can see the sparkle through his shattered tinted glasses.
"What makes you think I'm leaving you?" He spoke out.
"I don't know, I'm just scared that you'll disappear like my boyfriend did." I blurted out. His head retorted in confusion.
"I'm scared that you'll be gone once i get older. I can't hide you anymore. I want my dad to meet a amazing person like you." I explained through teary eyes.
His eyes curved in awe as held my face in his freezing cold ones.
"I love you singto. I will be here right by your side. I will not leave you. From now on. I'm not leaving your side. I'll travel with you, i'll shower with you or even make dinner with you just please stop thinking that i'll be gone forever. Im here for you" he said in slow and assuring tone. His eyes once not left mine.
A tear finally rolled down my cheek and started hitching and i sobbed. I heard him say 'aww' and pulled me in his chest. My tears smearing in his dirty-white shirt as he locked me and his other hand caressing my hair.
"I love you krist." I mumbled through hiccups. I felt him smile and continued playing with my hair.
after a few minutes a finally removed myself from him and wiped the dried tear stains on my cheek.
He lended me a hand and pulled me up.
The kitchen light opened as i heard my dad shout my name.
"Let's go." Krist took my hand and pulled me towards the house.
Only a few steps and we're in front of the house
I opened the door and viewed my dad smiling at me. Of course giving him the same energy back. Krist held my hand tighter.
"Son tomorrow we're going somewhere!" My dad giggled as he still holds the white envelope that he's been holding.
My ears perked when i heard him say we're going somewhere!
I assured him if he's joking or not he said no it's not and ruffled my hair. Krist's held tighter.
"Go upstairs for a while, I'll make dinner." He asked and walked in the kitchen.
I nodded and run upstairs to my room not letting go off krist.
"Krist are you okay?" Singto asked. As his expression curved in worry.
I know where his dad is taking him but i can't tell him.
"Ohh, I'm alright."
No I'm not
"Are you sure?" He asked one more time and i nodded as a reply. He smiled and jumped on the bed.
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I sat down by the window and stared at him. He's too lovely to be lied on. He's too soft for hard words. I cannot bring myself to tell him what's in the envelope.
his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he fell asleep. I am sorry.
I heard his dad call from downstairs yelling that the dinner's ready. I can not wake him up since i very much not have any strength to do it.
Light footsteps were heard behind the door as his dad sighted the peaceful man on the bed snoring. he then turned the lights off and mumbled a good night before closing the door.
I couldn't do anything but walk my way next to him and embraced him. Getting more scared that this might be the last time.
I sat next to him as the salty tears started forming in my eyes and tolled its way down to my neck or to the bed sheet. I sobbed,
I can't stop his dad. It's for his own good. It might be painful for me but it's life. Im a painful truth and he's a beautiful lie.
"Goodnight singtuan, you may not remember me as your boyfriend. But i hope we get the justice we deserve and meet each other the next life." Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and laid back down.
Hopefully this isn't the end.
Morning
"Krist!" Singto shook my arm continuously and chanted my name multiple times making me snap awake.
"Good morning." I greeted with a smile as he did.
"Get ready we're leaving!" He grabbed his towel and clothes and ran in the shower room.
Yawning, i walked my way through the walls and viewed myself in the mirror. No reflection.
"Hey krist i know you're out there." Singto said barely hearing him as the water thats pouring on him and down the tiled floor made a kinda loud noise.
"Hey! How'd you know?!" I asked, knowing well what the answer is.
"The water went cold as frick!" He yelled. Giggling
"Okay fine! I'll wait outside."
"I'll be there in a minute!" He shouted
Only if you knew.
He then walked out of the bathroom fully dressed. I smiled adoringly as he looked just like i met him back then.
"Do i look okay?" He asked scratching his head. His wearing a black shirt, washed jeans and black converse.
"You look fine." I assured.
He grabbed his phone and glasses and we both headed down.
His dad signaled him to get in the car and he'll be there in a sec. Singto then sprinted his way and hopped in the car.
"Ms. Jackson we're on our way." He spoke through the phone and hung up. My eyes forcing itself not to cry.
I then appeared in front of the back door so i look like i just walked there and hopped in.
"I wonder where dad's taking us." He asked in curiosity like a kid. In a place where you'll cry and cry and they'll not listen to you.
I answered places that lifted his mood up since i know its gonna be painful for him once we're in there.
His dad then hopped in the car and drove towards the hospital for mentally ill patients.
I couldn't help but pray and pray that the operation will 50/50 work. It's selfish of me if i stopped the doctors and let him be stuck with me forever.
Singto just looked around not talking. I slowly made my way and held his hand making him grip tighter. I averted my attention to him and mouthed a "i love you forever singto" and smiled.
He then did the same but "i love you more krist forever and ever." and showed me his wide smile. If only i could kiss you.
He then returned his eyes back in the road.
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"And we're here." His dad said. Making my heart beat fast. I'm scared.
We all both hopped out of the car and went towards the hospital.
Singto held my hand. Fuck he's scared of hospitals.
"Dad do we have a family member that we're visiting?" He asked nervously as he fiddled with our locked hands.
"No honey, we're just gonna let the doctors check you okay? They will not harm you." His dad replied as we continue our way through the sanitizer smelling hallways.
"Krist Don't leave me" singto whispered. My heart cracked but kept myself still and strong and pecked his cheek.
We then stopped in front of a room that has many things that will be used on singto later. I then let go of his hand as his father pulled him inside. He looked at me like a kicked puppy that the owner left and the door snapped close.
I walked a few and took a view of what are they gonna do to singto. I love you. I promise that you'll get better.
I sighted him through the glass pane as the doctor placed something on his head, his head tilted over where I'm standing as i clearly see tears rolling down his eyes.
His father soon walked out and sat on the metal chairs. Praying.
"I love you krist. Forever." He blurted out loud as he lift his hands trying to reach mine. My heart already shattered in to billion pieces as tears rolled down my pale skin i mumbled sorry repeatedly.
Reaching for his hand through the wall, im sorry singto i couldn't save you for myself. Im sorry singto that i have to let you go for you father.
"I Love You Singto. Forever and ever."
Our hands close till he passed out.
I'll see you again.
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HELLO MY LOVELIES IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY! TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT THIS OR JUST PLAIN PART TWO. IK IT DOESNT WORK LIKE WHAT I WROTE BUT PLEASEEEEEEE DONT HATE ME :( I LOVE YALL! <3
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