Chapter 5: He left

                                    

                                          
Mew's POV
                          
When I wake up the next day, it's already nine o'clock in the morning. I get up to see if Gulf is still sleeping, but he's not on the bed. The bed is very tidy, he has already done the covers. So I search the house, looking for this little cute boy. The toilet, kitchen, guest rooms, but I can't find him anywhere.
                          
I go to the living room to find a bowl of congee sitting on the table, with a yellow note sticking next to it:
                          
Mew Suppasit, thank you for taking care of me yesterday. My back is fine now and I have to go to school today, so I have to go now. I boiled some congee for you, thank you again.
                          
                                                                                                                                                                                              Gulf
                          
My heart drops. He left. Without saying goodbye. I feel my tears going to fall and I look up to lock the tears in my eyes. But as I try doing so, more and more tears start coming out and streaming down my face. My cheeks are all wet, but I don't care. My little angel has left me. And now I'm never going to see him ever again. Why didn't I ask for his number?
                          
I sit down and start eating the congee he prepares for me. It is just normal congee, but it tastes a lot more delicious than the ones I had before.
                          


                          
Gulf's POV
                          
I wake up at around seven thirty. I sit up on the comfy bed and remember that I am still in Mew Suppasit's home. I look around to see him lying on the floor, sleeping so soundly. I lie down on the bed again and place my arms under my chin to stare at his face. He is so handsome, even without make up on. I reach out my hand to touch him when his eyelashes flutter. I take away my hand back immediately and sigh after seeing him go back to sleep.
                          
I tiptoe outside and find my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I am cooking congee, I suddenly think of a serious problem. What should I say to him when he wakes up? And all of a sudden, I have an urge to leave this place. But there's a voice inside me telling me to stay. It says that embarrassing is not the reason I want to leave and I would not regret if I stay. 
                          
Ha. What reason would make me want to stay here. Now my brain is determined to go home and leave this place forever. So I scoop some congee in a bowl and put it on the table. I write a note in addition, to show my manners. After all, he helped me yesterday. He could have just put me there on the street.
                          
After settling down everything, I get my phone and wallet and open the door. I look at the house for the last time, squashing everything that I encountered with my idol into my brain and step out of the house.