f his father. Once cozy, their former home has become oppressive, every room a reminder of their loss. The walls still resonated with fights that had replaced lau
streets were packed with cars, motorcyclists zipped through tight spaces, and the aroma of sizzling street food permeated t
, the continual motion, and the reality he had to be
e met
ickered more than it worked. Arthur was unloading a package of books in their little living room when a loud knock surprised
," Nick replied, smi
mood. But there was something about Nick, his effortless confidence, the way he bo
nt on, they we
ht alleys, climbing over fences they certainly shouldn't have, and sneaking into marke
food vendors to eat whatever smelled the finest. They raced each other up the footbridges over traffic-jammed roa
wrapping his arm around his shoulder
where they'd sit on the floor paging through manga; a noodle store where the owner, an old woman with a harsh t
airs left behind by prior occupants, but to them, it was everything. It was
ed up at the sky. "I'm going to own a skyscraper one day
believed it. Nick had a knack for
d his job without any fuss. Nick, on the other hand, was impossible to ignore. He was the type of stud
ld eat the spiciest som tam (papaya salad), he always wanted to win. Arthur soo
the only one who could put Nick in his place. She had an older brother who maintained a street f
observing as Arthur and Nick battled about who was
rked. "I
eyes. "You're
malls, not buying anything but trying all the free samples in the food court. They did group s
lot of takeout. Some evenings, when she was extremely weary, she wouldn't ta
kering about something. His parents ran a modest shop selling secondhand electronic
place. It was messy and chao
d him one evening, offering him a dish of s
how much he needed to hea
assed, things
n, he was doodling in his notebook w
re you
a sketch of Nick, unintentional but apparent. Nick
k grinned. "Damn
ved him. "
racing. He didn't know why, but recently,
ared
out Nick. The way his smile could light up a room. The way he a
into something more, but by the time th
he rooftop again. Nick was spread out, arms behind
l always be like t
him, brows arc
tated. "Bes
lped. The words were on the tip of h
he d
, staring up at the stars, wishi