Andy could do nothing but stared into Eric’s eyes, his heart thundering in his chest “H-hyung…”
“Six years, Andy. Six years I’ve waited for you. Waited for you to come back to me, waited for you to explained everything to me” Eric said, a hint of distress etching its way into his voice. “It’s been six years and I still don’t know why you left me. Why did you this to me? Please Andy, tell me”
Andy lowered his gaze, looking at anything and everything but not Eric. “It was for the best”
“How is it for the best?” Eric demanded, giving Andy a shake in his grip, letting go one of his hand to grab Andy by the chin, forcing Andy to look at him. But Andy squeezed his eyes shut, refused to look at Eric.
“Andy, look at me” Eric practically growled.
“It was for you”Andy finally exploded, pushing Eric away by placing his hand on Eric’s chest and shoving him hard. “It was for your own sake! Why don’t you get it?”
“What?” Eric uttered. Andy shook his head and just run away from Eric. “ANDY!”
Andy was running away. Running away with tears flowing from his eyes and a sob in his throat. He didn’t know where he was going nor did he even care about it. For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t a teenage anymore. He was 32 years old and a professional Landscape Designer and yet here he was, running while crying his eyes out.
He couldn’t do it anymore. The stress of being constantly on the edge, the knowledge that he caused so much pain, it was too much. He should never have returned to this Island
With his chest hurting and his breathing ragged, Andy slowed to a jog before stopping completely, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees as he tried to get his breathing under control. He stayed like that for a few moments before he finally straightened his form, rubbing an angry hand over his face to banish the evidence of tears and looked around. He was in the car park at the back of the hotel, the same place where his truck was vandalized.
A sense of terror touched him when he heard a noise, like the sound of car door being slammed shut. Andy turned around, only to realize that there were three tall, scary with muscular body walking over to him in an intimidating way. And in their hands they had a few items that could only be used to caused damaged; baseball bats, steel poles, planks of wood.
“Isn’t that the guy?” one of them muttered lowly, but his voice seemed to echo ominously.
The tallest of three pulled something out of his pocket; a photograph from what Andy could tell and held it up, flicking a lighter to create a tiny source of light. He squinted at the photo before looking directly at Andy and then back at the photo.
“Yeah, that’s him”
.
Just his luck. These three appear to be the vandals that had been terrorizing the place for the last working week.
As the men approached him, all three of them intent on causing him as much harm as possible, Andy couldn’t help but to allow two thoughts to float through his mind. One was that maybe this is just his unfortunate luck.
And the second one, Andy was hoping that maybe someone could be bothered to help him. Someone like Eric, perhaps?
Andy could do nothing but stared into Eric’s eyes, his heart thundering in his chest “H-hyung…” “Six years, Andy. Six years I’ve waited for you. Waited for you to come back to me, waited for you to explained everything to me” Eric said, a hint of distress etching its way into his voice. “It’s been six years and I still don’t know why you left me. Why did you this to me? Please Andy, tell me” Andy lowered his gaze, looking at anything and everything but not Eric. “It was for the best” “How is it for the best?” Eric demanded, giving Andy a shake in his grip, letting go one of his hand to grab Andy by the chin, forcing Andy to look at him. But Andy squeezed his eyes shut, refused to look at Eric. “Andy, look at me” Eric practically growled. “It was for you”Andy finally exploded, pushing Eric away by placing his hand on Eric’s chest and shoving him hard. “It was for your own sake! Why don’t you get it?” “What?” Eric uttered. Andy shook his head and just run away from Eric. “ANDY!” Andy was running away. Running away with tears flowing from his eyes and a sob in his throat. He didn’t know where he was going nor did he even care about it. For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t a teenage anymore. He was 32 years old and a professional Landscape Designer and yet here he was, running while crying his eyes out. He couldn’t do it anymore. The stress of being constantly on the edge, the knowledge that he caused so much pain, it was too much. He should never have returned to this Island With his chest hurting and his breathing ragged, Andy slowed to a jog before stopping completely, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees as he tried to get his breathing under control. He stayed like that for a few moments before he finally straightened his form, rubbing an angry hand over his face to banish the evidence of tears and looked around. He was in the car park at the back of the hotel, the same place where his truck was vandalized. A sense of terror touched him when he heard a noise, like the sound of car door being slammed shut. Andy turned around, only to realize that there were three tall, scary with muscular body walking over to him in an intimidating way. And in their hands they had a few items that could only be used to caused damaged; baseball bats, steel poles, planks of wood. “Isn’t that the guy?” one of them muttered lowly, but his voice seemed to echo ominously. The tallest of three pulled something out of his pocket; a photograph from what Andy could tell and held it up, flicking a lighter to create a tiny source of light. He squinted at the photo before looking directly at Andy and then back at the photo. “Yeah, that’s him” . Just his luck. These three appear to be the vandals that had been terrorizing the place for the last working week. As the men approached him, all three of them intent on causing him as much harm as possible, Andy couldn’t help but to allow two thoughts to float through his mind. One was that maybe this is just his unfortunate luck. And the second one, Andy was hoping that maybe someone could be bothered to help him. Someone like Eric, perhaps?
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