Love Letters ( English Translation)

9

translator : chawee

Chapter 9 DRAFT: My love loaf's name is Puwanat

Rashane had awoken in the early morning to see the sunrise. He lifted his coffee to his lips to sip, allowing his gaze to settle on the horizon. If that sweet boy was there with him, Shane wondered, would he still be sleeping soundly at this moment? Would he sit at his side, entranced with the rising sun - or simply be grouchy? The corners of his lips edged into a smile at the thought. Shane had already fallen so hard for the other that he wouldn't be able to resist his persuasiveness.

The young writer finished his room service breakfast and carried on admiring nature; the day had come to head back home and there was nothing more to research, allowing him time to rest. He had to start writing when he returned and expected to work until late in the evening. First thing he'd do is sit at his favorite cafe simply to charge up on that smile he missed so much before heading back into the condo and leaving a sixth letter on the usual doorstep.

Rashane stared at the blank page of the unwritten letter with a gentle gaze as if he were looking straight at that sweet little face. He so badly wanted to know just how the other felt while reading the fifth letter; how his revealed feelings were being received.

He let the pen meet the paper and began writing of all the travel experiences that came to mind. Watching the sunrise had made him think of the mornings on the famed Mount Matterhorn in switzerland. The atmosphere there was good to a fault; he just wanted to sit there breathing to his heart's content. It was only fitting seeing as the mountain was known for having the cleanest air quality in the world.

After writing that he smirked at the image of that sweet face giggling at his story, his pretty lips teasing him about only wanting to sit and breathe. So he wrote further that if the other didn't believe him, one day he would bring him along to prove that fresh mountain air truly does make you feel that way.

The long slender hand held the pen as he continued to tell stories of said pyramid esque mountain. He described the feeling of warmth during the summertime and the various flowers blooming like they are competing to welcome travelers. But even so, being one of the tallest mountains in the world, cold temperatures are unavoidable as the tip is shrouded in snow year-round.

Rashane told of the ever so lovely hillside villages and the impressions made by the people in them; each had great hospitality and were very friendly with tourists. He was sure the other would have loved to see the people riding in horse-drawn carriages as the city was made to be pollution free, the village being rid of cars. Rashane went on about all the beauties of the small village and his memories of the view from ascending the mountain, all the while trying to push aside the yearning feeling of wanting to bring Puwanat along to soak up nature's gift of beauty on that mountain beside him.

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If he'd counted the days correctly, Puwanat was sure it was the day he'd get another letter. He'd guessed that his R.K. would leave it at his doorstep come evening as he remembered always finding the letters when getting home from work. Upon returning to his condo after classes, he found himself with a little extra time to rest before heading to work. But instead of falling into his typical routine of watching videos on his laptop or playing on his phone, he lit a scented candle he'd just bought the day before and began rereading the previous letters again. He read them slowly in order to soak up all the warmth hidden within each letter. It filled Puwanat's heart with happiness- but there was still always the underlying feeling that the letters meant something more.