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24-10-2012, 09:22 PM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
John hugged the pillows which could only gave him the warmth that he needed.
He tried his best to fall asleep but a part of him yearned for Pom to call. He placed his phone beside him and waited. And waited. And waited. There was no reply at all. The morning rays hit his back as he brought himself up like a soulless zombie. He opened another can of beer and let the bitter taste go down his throat. And another. Then another. He was thinking if he should take an earlier flight home but since he was on leave, he continued. He stared himself at the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and there were heavy eye bags. *You should look at yourself in the mirror* He crushed the can and threw it against the mirror. He was emptied already inside out, leaving no ounce of confidence and life. It was as if he was already devoid of any feelings. The world suddenly became monotone. He gargled his mouth and went on out. His eyes had difficulty adjusting to the strong sunlight. He was unkempt. And reeked of alcohol early in the morning. The locals shunned away upon seeing him. He didn't know where to go; he just kept walking forward. He didn't know where he was until he sat down on an unknown pub again. He ordered jars of beer where he started to drink again and smoked. Drinking till 3am he took a cab back to his motel. He had learn the thai language from Pom so it wasn't that difficult for him. He came out from the cab, ran to a corner and threw up. There the dose of Pom's harsh words came ringing in his brain. He hit the walls hard until he bled. He didn't know what to do other than drowning himself in liquor. He climbed up the stairs clumsily as he lost his footing and fell. He laughed in agony as he closed his eyes. It took him a good 15 minutes to recover himself. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face looking at him. He rubbed his eyes and stared hard. Pom. She was looking concerned over him. He closed his eyes again. When he opened, she was gone. He was hallucinating. 
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25-10-2012, 03:20 PM
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Bro,
Up you my humble points. Believe alot of us may or may not encounter such situation. Good to know that we are not alone. It helps the healing process. Cheers!
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25-10-2012, 09:10 PM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
Pom. She was looking concerned over him. He closed his eyes again. When he opened, she was gone. He was hallucinating.
Why was this happening? John thought to himself. He thought the 5 days here would be a sweet one but barely two days it was already hell. Struggling to get up himself, he walked back to his motel room and hugged the pillows that dried his tears to sleep. The third day was a little bearable for him. But he still drank. Half of the money he exchanged went heavily to drinks. He decided by tomorrow he will leave the country as he went online to book his ticket. He got up early the next morning. The hurt was less now as the crying seemed to help during the past two days. He packed everything neatly in his backpack. Checked out and left. Went to MBK to buy some local snacks to bring home. He then pondered if he should visit their own so called 'home' before he left. But before he could decide, his legs walked itself. There he stood out the otherwise familiar distinct they both shared. They lovenest. Their happy moments. He turned the key. Nobody. The whole place was in a mess. Pom wasn't the type who would loved living in a spick and span environment. John sighed as he put down his backpack on the sofa and started cleaning. It easily took him 2 hours to finish cleaning. He showered and prepared to leave for his flight. *Good job. He said to himself* The house was all clean and sparkling. He let out a smile and walked out. He stopped. There Pom stood before him. He didn't know how to react. He bit his lips as he brushed her shoulders and looked down while he walked. He did not look at her eyes. Pom looked behind her as John left. Pom was tongue tied. She knew nothing she said would make sense now. John fastened his pace as he knew if he was to stay his heart would have yielded to Pom for he loved her too much to hate her. Pom was dumbstruck there as she stood. She then looked over the railing for John and yelled. But it was already too late. John had already gotten into a cab. She ran and chased after the cab. Pom: John! John! John!!!!!!! She ran as fast as she could but it was not enough. Only then she felt a pain in her heart. Was it due to John? Has she really fallen little by little for John? But with the amount of hurt she has inflicted on John, would he ever forgive her and give her another chance? She walked and opened the door to find the messy and smelly house becoming clean and sparkling. Then the happy moments of they playing and tickling each other surfaced. She saw the silhouettes of them playing so happily together. Her handbag dropped as she sat down all alone in the otherwise lonely and cold place as the sun cast shadows on her. She knew the place they used to share and live was soon going to be history. She sobbed quietly. *Serves you right Pom. Serves you right* She thought to herself. She just sat there until the whole room was dark. She was suddenly at a loss. Her phone rang and it was the guys. Guy: Hey wanna get screwed tonight? I can head down. Pom: Fuck off. Leave me alone! I hate you all! Guy: Hey What the fuck! Fine! You bitch! Pom threw her phone. She cried until she was tired. She walked in the darkness to the shower room. When she switched on the light, she swore she would wanted so much to die. How was this possible? How can there be such a person in this world? Her body was like jelly as she fell to the floor. She has never cried so much as she screamed in pain. And the pain was excruciating from the insides of her heart. She lost. She lost completely. No one ever in this world would do this to her. Pom: I know John. I love you too.
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25-10-2012, 09:49 PM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
True love is seeing the one you love happy, at the expense of your own happiness. Easier said than done. It hurts so badly, and i can relate to that.
Really good story, made me think about some really sad memories. Can't wait for the next installment!! 
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25-10-2012, 10:15 PM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
In the bathroom were her favorite aromatherapy diffuser, lined up with her favorite shower foam, toiletries and other little things that she liked. And the bathtub was lined up with rose petals. There were two lavender shower beads. He knew she had insomnia so lavender always helps her to relax. On the mirror he wrote.
"Right here waiting" *John: Come. Pom: What? John: Come here. Pom came to John reluctantly. And he played the music. Richard Marx. He placed her arms on his shoulders while he placed his around her waist. Slowly he danced, gesturing for Pom to do the same. It took Pom a while but soon she was able to grasp the steps. They danced as though time was lost. Their eyes were locked with each other. Pom placed her head on his shoulders as John told Pom. John: Let this song be a memory and testament to our love. No matter what happens in the future. I will be right here waiting for you. Pom was touched but yet her greed for money blinded herself. She looked helplessly at the three words and shrieked. *What have I done? What am I doing all these while? Fuck.* Her vision blurred again. Looking at the dark and cold house made her even worse. She turned on the tap and filled the bathroom where the lavender balls melted and the rose petals surfaced beautifully. She stepped in and felt the warmth of his love through the little things. Pom: I can't face you anymore. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm sorry. She washed herself and went to sleep, burying herself in the pillows. She missed John badly. She then woke up, switched on the light and took out a biscuit tin. And emptied it. Out came a photo of John and Pom, together with some money. __________________________________________________ Erased Memories. If you could erase memories, would you? http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=320941 The Promise. What would you do? http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=317932 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=302329
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26-10-2012, 11:36 AM
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26-10-2012, 09:23 PM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
She washed herself and went to sleep, burying herself in the pillows. She missed John badly. She then woke up, switched on the light and took out a biscuit tin. And emptied it. Out came a photo of John and Pom, together with some money.
Out came the notes as she counted but due to her spendthrift nature, the amount was not even sufficient for her. She wanted to fly back to Singapore. She shook her head and screamed. The soles of her feet was slamming hard on the floor. She wanted so much to see John. She wanted to text him to say sorry but her pride got the better of her for she was not the kind who will admit her wrongs. She buried herself and watched helplessly out of the window. It was fast approaching the end of the month for it was time to pay for the rent. She was penniless. She tried to delay the payment when the landlord came. Pom went to the bank and tried to see how much she had left. To her surprise, the money was transferred to her. She immediately withdrew it and paid the landlord, ran to the counter and bought the air tickets to Singapore. She didn't care how she will get through the month but she just followed her instincts. She quickly packed her bag and headed out. *Right here waiting* Pom hoped that John will meant what he said. She knew where the place was. It took her around 3 hours to reach Singapore and ran to the taxi station and took the cab. There she sat at the promised place where they shared the beautiful memories. The place has been empty for months every since she moved back. The night passed and still there was no trace of John anywhere. She walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. *Step step step* She walked with utter disappointment when she heard another set of footsteps following behind. She turned and the sourish feeling surfaced on her nose as she ran down the stairs. Yes. John was there. And he couldn't believe his eyes as Pom threw herself at him. They hugged as Pom feel whole again. John was so happy that words could describe his feelings. Tears was the only expression he could give. And yes. The usual place was Pom's house. Pom pushed the door open as both of them undressed each other hungrily and explored each other. They kissed and teased each other. Pom's hair covered her assets as she knelt and gave John a good round of licking and sucking. Then squeezed her breasts on his shaft and worked on it. John closed his eyes in sheer enjoyment. Then Pom capped him and rode on him. John tried to push her away but Pom's skill on bed was far too enticing for him to reject. Her hips moved as her body moved in an 'S' shape, her pussy contracted and made his entry a tighter one. She shook a little for him to feel the tightness and placed John's hands on her breasts. Much as John was inexperienced in the world of sex, he shot out everything before he knew. Pom seemed to knew he cummed as she stopped and kissed his lips. Though Pom didn't cum but the sheer bliss of being by John side was enough for Pom. The question was how long can Pom take this or would she just revert to her old self? That was a question none could answer. __________________________________________________ Erased Memories. If you could erase memories, would you? http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=320941 The Promise. What would you do? http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=317932 Steamy Windows. Aromatically erotic. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=313807 Days with Jean. Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=313013 What are words. Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=310476 The Floral Top. An unexpected sexual awakening. http://sbf.directory/showthread.php?t=302329
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27-10-2012, 09:57 PM
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"你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。"
他没问我。。。 但是我每天一定要喝酒才能睡。。。 it's really a sad sad story.... i can totally feel for John... and i think you are really good at writing emo sex stories.
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27-10-2012, 10:01 PM
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i think you could sell your story to hong kong director. power up for you
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29-10-2012, 10:16 AM
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Re: 你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉。
Thanks bro, love your stories!! A familiar scene that I'm sure lots of bros here can relate to. Good as a refresher! Thanks again, cheers ,....................
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