Charoen’s POV
After leaving Calcutta, and more so, leaving Rohan, I lost my bearings. I stopped coming out of the house, and enjoyed the sweet-pain of darkness. Then came, Why not get a razor. So I bribed the local salon proprietor and got a spare razor from him. then came self-harm. I cut my arm, first in centimeters followed by inches. Blood oozed out from slashes at all angles on my forearms. When that eased my senses, I went to the tattoo parlour and got my arms tattooed. The self-harm marks got hidden behind the green leaves and trees of tattoos.
Then came the other day when Peerapol gave me the news of Rohan having come to Bangkok. I was at the BACC, and watched Fai from behind, how she walked up forward and met Rohan. I was jealous, and wanted to do something drasti
