[FANFIC] The Trouble with Hearts

Traitorous Little Shits

Part 2 - TRAITOROUS LITTLE SHITS

-xoOox-

How was ur audition?

It went really well. I got the part.

That's great! We should celebr8!

We r starting the workshop 2morrow & I don't know when I'll be free though.

Aaawww. Why so soon? We barely see each other anymore.

-xoOox-

The trouble with hearts is that they're traitorous little shits. Just when you think it's okay and things are steady, it suddenly turns against you.

I used to tell Poom things, not everything, but we did talk about our dreams at least. That was our thing. We were a couple of young foolish kids aiming for the moon, and for a time, that was enough. We were going to work hard and build our empire together. Our dreams were what bound us and kept us for years. But after the audition, well, to be fair, there were so many things I wanted to tell Poom, so many things I wanted to explain, but I felt conflicted and I didn't know where to start. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but I felt wrong, and that was the problem. So instead of saying anything, I thought it best to keep mum. Less talk, less mistakes, am I right?

Anyway, Poom was there for me before my quiet little world went crazy. I guess, when she came into my life, she became a central part of my quiet little world. We were both young, silly, reckless, and eager to make mistakes. We had the world at our feet and felt like we could take on anything. At least it felt like that to me.

What most people don't know about me is that I have a really loud mind. I tend to observe people around me a lot and remember the littlest things in vivid detail. When you have a loud mind, not thinking is a very much welcomed break. So I sleep a lot after binging on games. At least when I get to bed, I won't have to be lost in thought for so long before sleep takes me.

When I'm with Poom, my mind quiets down because she has a big personality. She's highly competitive and goes after what she wants with wild abandon. She's bubbly and fun, and her energy is infectious. Plus, when we're partying, there's very little time to think at all because alcohol drowns out everything. Poom, with her innocent face and seductive laughs, became a welcomed break from my loud mind, and I hope I provided her some sort of solace, too. I don't exactly know what she saw in me, but I am thankful that she came into my life at the time that she did.

I guess I should also mention that my sister and my Mom hated Poom with a passion. I get where they're coming from, but they didn't know Poom like I did. Sure, as her boyfriend, I never liked that she has to parade her body around in flimsy clothes, and take photos in suggestive poses. But I respected her enough to also respect her work. So while I didn't like it, I also get that she has to do her thing. Her body, her choices. As long as she's not doing anything wrong or illegal, and she's not hurting anybody, I'm on her side always. If this is her way of reaching her dreams, I don't want to be the one to hold her back.

One important aspect of my relationship with Poom is trust. We were both big on trust, and we promised each other that if we ever came to a point where we're already harboring feelings for other people, we wouldn't cheat on each other. Instead, we will talk and be honest about everything. Despite our busy schedules, trust was what kept us glued together all these years. Of course, this was well before I learned the lesson that trust stood no whatsoever chance against a traitorous heart.

-xoOox-

"Nong Mew, Nong Gulf." P'Mame called with a smile and pulled us aside to sit together in a corner during the first workshop.