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Chapter 60 [Ae/Pete] - The Way Kirakorn Eases His Pain

AE'S POV

"Can we go to the football field first?" 

I remained silent on my way back to the uni. Looking out of the car window, I let my thoughts drift away, even I myself don't know what I am thinking at the moment. As we're about to reach my dormitory in just less than 10 minutes, I break my silence and tell Pete. He looks at me but says nothing. 

I am not in the mood to listen to what he has to say anyway. 

I am very upset. 

These words fill my mind. My chest feels like it's put under a balloon filled with water, even breathing starts to become difficult. I really want to remove whatever is in my chest at the moment, but it's just there. The scene of failure still comes up inside my mind. Although I have tried hard not to think about it, but as soon as I look into the distance, those pictures will appear again.

Why did we lose? 

I don't know how many times I have asked myself this question. I don't know why but I'm having mixed feelings at the moment. I feel so uncomfortable. Although I am a very dull person, there are always something that I can't just treat them casually or lightly. 

The first thing is everything that related to Pete. 

The second thing is football.

It feels like something is pressing on my chest and it is difficult to breathe. 

I feel very uncomfortable, but I can't cry. I don't know how to release these emotions. Other people got upset and angry, but when I know that we have lost, I am shocked... I can't say anything. I have only one word in my mind... Lost, lost, we lost. 

I hate failure. I wish I could turn into a child, didn't care about anything and shouted out loud why I failed.

At which point that I did bad? How could the opponent team be stronger than us? ...No matter how many times I ask myself, my heart still feels extremely painful. It feels like someone is pressing a water-filled balloon against my chest. I feel that my feeling is getting more depressed and moodier... to the extent that I can hardly bear. 

As I'm grinding my teeth while thinking about it, I suddenly feel a warm hand squeezes my hand. I turn around and look at the person next to me. His eyes are full of worriedness. After a while, he turns to look at the road in front, but Pete still does not let go of my hand, he pulls my hand, our 10 fingers intertwine, he then says. 

"Ae, it's OK, it does not matter!" 

Of course it matters, I really want to cry.

I'm thinking that in my head, but it's amazing when Pete's fingers interlock my fingers, I feel much better as if someone is holding a drill to puncture the balloon and drain the water out. I feel a little more relaxed, especially after hearing his 'It's okay', my heart warms up. 

"I don't know, I just feel a little depressed." 

"Depressed?!" 

He asks me. I sigh deeply and sullenly. 

"Yes, I feel... very depressed, this feeling is really terrible, but I don't know how to express it. I know, I feel really depressed. I hate this feeling, I just want to take my heart out of my chest and see what is squashing on it and making me feel this depressed." 

I tell him everything and he does not interrupt me. He lets me keep talking while still holding my hand tightly. 

"I know... I understand this feeling of depression, Ae. Although the reason that made me feel depressed is different, but that feeling... I understand."