The car interior was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine.
The rain had stopped, but droplets still streaked down the window like faint trails of silver. The glow from the dashboard painted their faces in a soft blue hue.
James leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.
“You’re too serious sometimes, Ajarn Net. Even when you joke, you sound like you’re giving a lecture.”
Net chuckled. “Occupational habit.”
“What did you even do before joining the university?”
There was a pause.
Net’s eyes flicked toward him briefly before returning to the road.
“A long story. You’d get bored.”
“Try me,”
James teased, half-smiling. Net’s lips curved, but he said nothing.
For a moment, the silence stretched between them — comfortable, but oddly electric.
James glanced sideways. “You’re not gonna answer?”
“Maybe someday.”
“Cryptic much?”
Net grinned faintly. “You like mysteries. You told me that once.”
James blinked. “When did I— wait… when did I say that?”
Net’s hands tightened subtly on the steering wheel. Slip of the tongue. He covered smoothly.
“During one of our faculty meetings. You said mystery novels calm you.”
“Oh.”
James tilted his head. “Right. Guess I did.”
But even as he said it, a faint unease brushed his chest — as if Net knew more about him than he should.
The drive continued quietly.
Neon signs and the golden reflection of city lights rippled across the wet asphalt. Occasionally, a motorbike zipped past, its tail light slicing through the mist like a comet.
James started humming under his breath — a soft tune, barely audible.
Net glanced at him, his expression softening.
“You like music?”
James shrugged. “Sometimes. It helps me think.”
“What kind of music?”
“Old stuff. Acoustic. The kind that makes you feel like you’ve lived a hundred lives before.”
Net’s gaze lingered on him. “Maybe you have.”
James turned to him, puzzled.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Net said quickly, smiling faintly. “You just… talk like someone who remembers too much.”
James laughed softly.
“You say weird things, you know that?”
“I’ve been told,”
Net replied, his voice low, almost fond.
A few minutes later, they stopped at a red light.
The rain began again — gentle, rhythmic.
James leaned closer to the window, watching raindrops slide down the glass.
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ETERNAL SIN
FanfictionEven demons can fall for the light they once lost. They were once angels - now cursed as demons for defying heaven. For two thousand years, they've walked among mortals, immortal but hollow, carrying memories that never fade. Until love returns - in...
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