Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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So much light.
It was blinding and painful as it shined all around me.
I tried to groan but no sound came out. My eyes squinted shut, though, it only intensified the bright stars bursting within the depths of my vision.
I tried to breath but no air filled my lungs.
I gasped but the sound was silent.
So much light.
Yet there was nothing else. No noise, no feeling. Just light, cutting into my senses, blinding me to all else around me.
I opened my mouth but no words left my lips. I tried to scream, straining the muscles in my throat until it ached with exhaustion.
Still nothing.
I fought against the tired feeling that blossomed in my mind, attempting to open my eyes, to see something.
Instead darkness suddenly cut through the light, like a switch being forcefully turned off. Everything went black.
My hands reached out, though, I touched nothing. There was only air, cold and distant as it slipped through my fingertips.
I could feel myself falling into the shadows that now surrounded me.
Everything was numb yet ice cold, prickling my skin with goosebumps as I tried to keep myself conscious. I was conscious, wasn't I? Only, this felt like a dream. It didn't seem real. Nothing felt tangible. This space between darkness and light was foreign and altogether strange, keeping me in a place I'd rather not stay.
I wanted out.
"Nunew..."
That voice. Deep and warm, so achingly familiar. I wanted to reach towards it.
"Nunew, stay with me."
Why did it feel like it was getting further away? The sound was softer now, more muffled and harder to understand. Panic flared inside of me as I tried to find it, searching with outstretched hands, only to be met with emptiness.
"Nunew, please. Please just open your eyes, baby."
So quiet, I could barely make out each word. Yet even through the distance I could sense it—the desperation. It was present in that familiar tone, seeping through each word that was spoken, begging me to listen. I wanted to obey but even though I tried, I couldn't seem to accomplish what that voice asked me to do. The weight bearing down on me was too much, pressing into my eyes as they remained heavily shut. I tried to shift, to turn, to do something to show that voice that I could hear it.
I was here. Please find me.
"He's losing too much blood..."
I wanted to ask who the voice was talking about when warmth suddenly began to trickle down my cheek.
