My Obsession (BounPrem FF)

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Epilogue

Prem

The world moved on without us.

It's been five years.

The city's gotten taller, louder, faster — but in here, time moves slow. Like honey. Like the air itself is thick with him.

Boun's in the kitchen, humming under his breath while he stirs something on the stove. He never lets me cook. Says I burn water. Says my hands were made for softer things.

I'm curled on the couch, a book open on my lap that I've been pretending to read for an hour. My eyes keep drifting to him.

He's broader now. Older. Sharper somehow — like every year carved him deeper into the man he was always going to become.

And still... still he looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters.

"Stop staring," he says without turning around.

"Can't," I answer.

He glances back, smirking. "Obsession's a dangerous thing, love."

"So is starving me," I shoot back, and he laughs — low, rich, warm.

It's the same laugh that saved me once, when nothing else could.

Boun

Five years.

He's still here.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, heart hammering, convinced it's all been a dream — that I'll blink and the bed will be cold and empty and I'll be alone again.

But then I feel him shift against me, small and warm, making that quiet sound in his sleep he only makes when my arms are around him.

And I know.

He's real.
He's mine.

We never went back to his mother.
She stopped trying after that day on the street, after he told her he'd rather die than lose me.

I think she understood, finally.
That there was nothing she could do.

No one can take him from me now.

I built a life around him.

A quiet one.

We don't go out much. We don't need to. He works from home, curled at my side with his laptop while I read. Some nights we drink wine on the balcony and talk about nothing. Some nights he falls asleep on me halfway through a movie, and I carry him to bed like I always have.

Every day, he chooses me.
And every day, I choose him right back.

Prem

Dinner's ready.

He sets the plate in front of me and sits close — too close, like always. I feel the warmth of his leg pressed against mine.

"Hia," I say softly, touching his wrist.

He lifts his eyes to me, and for a moment it's all there again — the boy who chained me to his bed, the boy who promised the world could burn if it meant keeping me.

"I love you," I whisper.

He smiles, slow and dark and tender.

"I know," he says.

And it's true.

Because after everything, after all the fire and ruin and madness—

We made it.

We're still here.

And neither of us has ever once let go.

🖤 The End. For real. 🖤

AN: 
Surprised my Dreamhearts? I know I haven't updated in a while but here you go, we are finally done with this book. 

It pains me to say goodbye but all things must come to an end, I guess. 

I still have my other on  goings so I might do that, when would I do it? I don't know... Soon-ish. 

I hope you all enjoyed the journey of Hia Boun and Nong Prem.

I would like to take this moment to say thank you all for staying with me through out this journey. 

With lots of love,

Winter Snow