Twenty One

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As Min wrote out the prescriptions for higher dose medication for the two, Gulf tried to hide his trembling hands. The words seemed to hang in the room, above the table, mocking them:

'Pure love'

His throat was tight, his chest too. Suddenly, he just needed to be anywhere but here as he felt bile rising from the pit of his stomach.

Snatching the completed script from Min's hand, Gulf was out of the door, down the concrete stairs of the fire exit route, and finally bursting into the fresh air and normality of Bangkok's business district.

He didn't stop there. He ran and ran, paying no heed to where he was or where he was going, just running away. Away from all of that.

He had heard Mew's cry of "GULF!" as he ran from the room, sensed the urgent, heavy feet on the steps above him as he fled downwards. But now, wherever he was, he was alone. No one was calling his name.

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