Two Types of Love

Prologue

Two Types of Love: Fool.

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Hurts, Emeli Sandé. 

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He found it to be the most stupid thing to do, really.

The guy threw his head back. His eyes on the white ceiling as he finally let out the laughter that had been stuck in the back of his throat for a while then. The ironically put lazy smile was a vast contrast to his eyes that were slowly filled with tears. Feeling that stabbing pain he felt on the core of his whole being, the guy named Baramee wanted to laugh even more.

To laugh at this ridiculous situation he was stuck in. To laugh at the fool he was slowly becoming.

He used to think that to be stuck in this type of situation was a choice. A foolish choice only made by foolish people. He used to think he would never result in choosing to stay stuck in this type of disgusting position. He thought he would do everything except to let himself be treated like trash.

But here he was, forgiving and giving chances after chances, slowly turning the life he hated most to become his own. Baramee felt utterly stupid that he even wondered how he survived medical school.

Beam took a look back down to the smartphone in his hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes before, finally dropped on top of the screen. His hand even trembled once the reality fully hit him in a full blow.

He bit his bottom lip hard, swallowing in the sob he refused to let out no matter what. He bit it down hard enough that he could taste the metallic taste lingered on his tongue. But even while noticing that, he continued to force his cries down his throat. Because despite the foolishness he had up until that second, Beam wanted to withhold his pride.

He thought that the fact he was crying was bad enough.

Another notification came into the smartphone in his hand, displaying another set of proofs that he was being cheated on. Those red hearts emoticons were glaringly bright in contrast to the dark living room Beam was in.

Yes, Beam's boyfriend cheated on him.

Beam found it hurt to be the one who got cheated on. Despite his past flirtatious behavior during his teenage years, Beam had never thought of cheating on someone. For he saw how hurt his friends were when their partners were cheating on them. He remembered how strongly he stood up for them, how angry he was when he found out.

He also remembered how mad he was at his friends for forgiving their partners afterwards. Beam could never understand why they did that back then.

But years passed since then, and look at him?

He had his own boyfriend, who he sadly was loyal to, cheating on him time and time again. Yet like a fool, he forgave him again and again. That was a huge blow for the Baramee Vongviphan.

Just what did he do to deserve this pain? Beam was not even sure.

Maybe this was a price for his stupidity for forgiving Perm the first time the guy cheated on him. Maybe this was the price to blindly believing that it was just a one time mistake, so far so that he even blamed the girl that Perm was cheating on him with.

Or maybe it was the price for envying his friends' happy relationships. For wanting that kind of relationship for himself, too greedy for that delight that he just accepted the wrong person. Maybe this was the price for the greed he had back then to have someone he could trust in, and someone who could trust him.

The young man could never deny that it was his best friends' relationships that put that nail into the coffin for him. He could never lie about accepting Perm as his boyfriend three years ago - solely because he also wanted to be happy like his two best friends were.

"People say, he fell first and I ended up falling harder." Beam thought to himself bitterly.

"I didn't even fall that hard, yet he still managed to hurt my whole entire existence in just three years." He mumbled and he scoffed sarcastically.

Beam did not fall that hard, alright. He would like to think that he could move on anytime he wanted to. But what made him stay?

Just what was so special about Perm that he willingly stayed behind, chances after chances?

He sighed lightly, locking the smartphone and putting it back on top of the coffee table where the owner left it. He wiped away his tears from his cheeks quietly. Then, he took a deep breath.

Beam stood up from the sofa he resided in during that short mental breakdown he had. He straightened his whole body, and then quickly strutted to the bedroom.

He decided to become a fool just once more.

Just this one more time, Beam convinced himself, he was going to act like he knew nothing.

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Author note:

I will try my best to get TTOL completed this time. Note that there might not be as much changes from previous deleted version for the first few chapters. However, my writing style will have changes as we go further into the story, due to more changes in the storyline and the bigger time gaps between my drafts.

Perm's character will not be explained. I find it easier to just look at this from Beam's POV this time, as it goes with this book's initial intention: to heal along.

This story will be a much easier read compared to the previous version, and they will be in much shorter and simple chapters instead. I made some changes to ensure I kept the story going with the reason why I started TTOL in the first place. It should've been that way since the start, but I got carried away. It did not occur to me that I actually needed to heal before I could continue this book though

Most part of this story is not proofread yet. I might not even come back to proofread it, to be honest. Regardless, hope you enjoy.

Side note: There will be a few updates at first, I just think posting the first few chapters won't hurt. The next update will be in bi-weekly, fingers crossed.

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