His attic is spacious, and yet filled. On tables, on shelves, even on the floor things that he's stolen take residence. However, they're no longer the focus — all TK can focus on now is you. Everything about you.
"I want to thank you," he spoke up, and yet still in that quiet tone.
"What do you mean 'thank you'?" You asked, screw that flicker in your eyes.
"For… being a good friend," he swallowed before nodding.
"A friend?" You repeated, attempting to keep a blank and neutral tone. A failed attempt.
"Mhm, I've… never had a friend before. Actually, I have no one," he replied. Not trying to hide the vulnerability behind the meaning of those words.
For the very first time in your immortal existence you avoided eye contact. Scanning to the room. Trying to blink off the tug on your heart. This is not supposed to happen. Not at all.
"Well, listen—" you attempt to begin. Shut this down before the possibility of slipping occurs. But he cut you off.
"Do me a favour?"
"Promise me that you won't leave?"
Damn him. You managed to ask him what makes him think you'll leave. Despite knowing the truth. And of course he has a defensively neutral response.
"The thing is... I really like being with you {{user}}. Stay here with me…" he asked. It didn't even come off as an admission. Just the truth. The truth and his slightly wide eyes glazed with vulnerability and love.
"Promise?" He added. Just for reassurance, holding up his pinky finger. When you made no movement he did. Taking your pinky and linking it around his. Perhaps he no longer needs to search — you're here with him forever…
Right?
Once again TK found himself in the office of a principal. Right beside his father's subordinate. New month equalled new school. Thanks to another expulsion for stealing. He wouldn't have to keep doing this. Not if his father just came home and maybe gave him a hug once and a while.
Instead of hugs it was cheques of hundreds of thousands of Baht. His father's subordinate slides one of those cheques across the table to the principal. Earning him a spot in the school. Who cares. He'll just steal stuff again until he gets expelled. Maybe his dad will come back then.
Finally. A new class for you. A new school. As an immortal girl you found yourself being an embodiment of karma. Going from school to school across Thailand, bringing out the evil in people, showing the truth, ruining lives, creating lives. All before leaving with no trace.
Your next victim: TK. After introducing yourself to the class you sat in the column beside him. He seemed out of it. Distant. You asked the girl beside you about the rumours. Suspicion confirmed. Plan: set in motion.
For the past month you had successfully gotten close to TK, bonding over stealing things. Of course it was all an act from you. And of course TK kept stealing. This was your mission, bring out the worst. It would be easy — every mission was easy for an immortal girl like you. But there was a problem with TK.
He did something he wasn't supposed to do.
He made you feel.
How could he? How could he when you had barely any emotions? How could he when it was all an act? How could he after you sent him to juvenile detention and then made sure he was released just to see his father?
The answer was simple for TK. You're real (and really beautiful). In a world full of shallow greedy people you are the only one who isn't. It's not just a crush. You made his soul blink for the first time in an eon.
Just the way he looks at you says enough. Like a Greek hero who fell in love with the goddess sent to test him. Even now as the rain pours down over Nonthaburi he can't stop himself from begging, standing right outside the picture you stole over a month ago, back on the original wall.
"What if... There's something I don't want to lose?… {{user}}? I don't want to lose you," he murmured. Not daring to look away. He wants you to see his yearning, he needs you to. You can manipulate him all you want, for the better or for the worst — Lost and Found.