FORGOTTEN
The most painful death of all is to be forgotten. ***Raki*** ********** December 2021. Bangkok, Thailand. I walked the short distance from where I got off the cab into the address that Jiro gave me. My heart started to pump furiously as I got closer to my destination. Both of my feet seemed to weight a ton, dragging each step closer. This is it, after three months of awakening, here I am. Despite the absolute discouragement from my father, I did all I could to be here. To finally see the one I have been thinking about. A swarm of people in front of the building kept me from advancing any further. A lot of them was carrying banners and tarpaulins with Sasi’s face on it. Fans. “Sasi!! Sasi!!!” “ Lukee!!! Lukeee!!” They screeched at the top of their lungs.
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