Phuwinâs POV
The house was eerily quiet when I stepped inside, the kind of quiet that makes your heart race for reasons you canât quite explain. My mom was sitting in the living room, her hands folded in her lap. She looked up when I entered, her face calm, but her eyes gave her away. There was something behind themâsomething heavy, something painful.
"Mom, Iâm back," I said softly, setting my bag down near the door.
She didnât respond immediately, just watched me like she was trying to figure out the right words to say. Finally, she gave me a small, forced smile. "Youâre late."
"I know," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "Sorry, Iâ"
"Is there something youâd like to tell me?" she interrupted, her voice steady but low, almost too calm.
My stomach twisted, and for a moment, I couldnât move. I swallowed hard, trying to act normal. "No, nothing important," I said quickly, my voice shaky.
She nodded slowly, her gaze sharp as it bore into me. "Nothing?"
I shook my head, but I could feel my palms beginning to sweat. Something was wrongâterribly wrong.
She stood up, the calmness in her face breaking slightly as she took a deep breath. "I saw you, Phuwin."
My entire body froze.
"I saw you today," she said, her voice trembling. "With him."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"I donât know what youâre talking about," I whispered, avoiding her gaze.
"Donât lie to me," she snapped, her voice louder now, full of pain. "I saw you with Pondâholding hands, kissing."
It felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Youâve been hiding this from me, havenât you?" she asked, her voice breaking now. "How long, Phuwin? How long have you been lying to me?"
"Momâ"
"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?" she continued, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Iâm your mother, Phuwin. Why didnât you trust me? Why didnât you tell me?"
I stepped closer, desperate to explain, but my words felt so small compared to the storm in her voice. "Mom, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to hurt you. I justâI didnât know how to tell you."
"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Why didnât you tell me?"
"I was scared," I admitted, my own voice cracking. "I was scared of what youâd say, of how youâd react. I didnât want to disappoint you."
Her tears fell freely now, and her shoulders shook as she turned away from me. "Disappoint me? Do you really think Iâd stop loving you because of this? Phuwin, youâre my son. My only son."
"Then why do you sound so upset?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned back to me, her face streaked with tears. "Because I donât know how to process this. You and Pond? This isnât what I imagined for you. This isnât the life I wanted for you."
I felt my own tears falling as I dropped to my knees in front of her. "Mom, please, I know this isnât what you expected. But I love him. I love him more than anything in this world. Please donât ask me to leave him. Please donât take him away from me."
She looked down at me, her face full of pain. "Phuwin, youâre asking me to accept something I never even considered. Do you know how hard that is for me?"
"I know," I said, gripping her hands tightly. "I know itâs hard, but I need you to try. I need you to understand that heâs my happiness. Heâs my everything. Please, Mom."
Her silence was deafening.
Finally, she pulled her hands away from mine, wiping her tears. "Call him," she said quietly.
"What?"
"Call him," she repeated. "If heâs so important to you, I want to meet him."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "You can say whatever you want to me, but please, donât do anything to Pond. Please, Mom."
"I wonât hurt him," she said firmly. "I just need to see him. Five minutes, Phuwin. Thatâs all Iâm asking."
Her tone left no room for argument, and I knew I had no choice. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
"Pond," I said, my voice breaking.
"Phu? Whatâs wrong?" His concern was immediate.
"Please come here," I said through my tears.
"Phu, talk to me. Whatâs going on?"
"Just come. Please. Donât ask me anything, just come. And come through the front door."
"Okay, Iâm on my way," he said, his voice steady despite the obvious worry.
I hung up and looked at my mom. She nodded once and went upstairs, leaving me alone in the living room to wait.
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Pondâs POV
The call from Phuwin had my heart racing. His voice had been shaky, filled with tears, and it was enough to send me into full panic mode.
I didnât think twice before grabbing my keys and driving straight to his house. The door was already unlocked when I arrived, and I rushed inside to find him sitting on the floor, his head buried in his hands.
"Phuwin," I said, running to him.
He looked up at me, and the sight of his tear-streaked face made my chest tighten. He stood up and threw himself into my arms, crying harder than Iâd ever seen him cry before.
"Pond, she knows," he sobbed into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly, stroking his back. "Itâs okay, Phu. Iâm here now. Youâre not alone, okay? Whatever happens, weâll face it together."
He only cried harder, and I felt utterly helpless. I wanted to take his pain away, to protect him from everything, but I didnât know how.
Then I saw her. His mom stood at the top of the stairs, her eyes red and swollen. She descended slowly, her gaze fixed on me.
"Maâam," I said, my voice steady despite the nervousness in my chest.
She didnât respond immediately, just stopped a few feet away from us. "Youâre the one," she said finally, her voice quiet.
"Yes," I said, meeting her eyes."
Her expression softened for a moment before she looked at Phuwin. "Youâve chosen him, havenât you?"
Phuwin nodded, stepping closer to me. "I have. I love him, Mom."
She sighed deeply, her shoulders sagging with the weight of everything unsaid. "This isnât easy for me," she admitted, her voice breaking. "But if he makes you happy, Iâll try to understand."
Relief flooded through me, and I tightened my hold on Phuwin. This wasnât the endâit was just the beginning of earning her acceptance, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.
- To be continuedâªï¸
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