????? Mali Phromwong, a typical middle class girl but with a lot of problems. A girl who liked nature, who liked taking pictures of everything meets a boy who loves to draw. A boy who is definitely thousand times richer then her.
Both having differ...
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She arrived at school, her body heavy with exhaustion. The lack of sleep, the stress, and everything that had happened recently weighed her down. Her eyes stung, her head felt light, and every movement took more effort than usual.
As she entered the classroom, she instinctively glanced at Gorya’s seat. Empty.
That was strange. Gorya was always here before her. Even on the worst days, she never skipped or arrived late. A small, uneasy feeling settled in her stomach, but she pushed it aside. Maybe Gorya had just overslept?
Sighing, she made her way to her seat and rested her head on the desk. The moment she closed her eyes, fatigue consumed her. The teacher's voice blurred into the background, and she barely registered anything around her.
Throughout the class, she drifted in and out of sleep, waking up every now and then only to find the seat next to her still empty. With each passing minute, the uneasiness inside her grew stronger. Where was Gorya?
It was lunchtime, and for once, she decided to sit in the cafeteria instead of hiding away. She picked a quiet corner, hoping to eat in peace, though her exhaustion still lingered.
As she quietly ate, someone suddenly sat beside her
She turned her head slightly, expecting just another student passing by, but instead, it was Gorya.
However, something was different. Gorya looked… different. Her usually messy hair was neatly styled in soft waves, and she was wearing makeup—something she never did. Her uniform was ironed perfectly, and there was an unusual air of elegance about her.
She blinked, taken aback. "Gorya?" she asked hesitantly.
Gorya gave her a small smile. "Hey," she greeted, her tone casual, but something about her felt off.
She stared at her friend, confusion slowly turning into concern. "Why do you look… like this?"
Gorya sighed and glanced down at her tray, poking at her food. "It's a long story," she muttered, clearly not wanting to explain.
She could tell something was wrong. Gorya wasn’t the type to dress up, and her expression seemed tired, even behind the makeup. But she didn’t push. Instead, she just nodded and continued eating.
For a while, the two sat in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was different from usual. After everything that had happened, she wanted to ask if Gorya was okay—but how could she, when she herself wasn’t okay either?
For a while, they ate in silence. The cafeteria was noisy with the usual chatter of students, but at their table, it was oddly quiet.
Then, out of nowhere, Gorya sighed and mumbled, "Thyme kidnapped me."
