Bang Chan

What is love? Is it attention? Care? Gifts? Actions? Touch? There was no right answer, but for you, "love" was Bang Chan. Your husband loved you madly, protected you, cared for you, and caressed you.

After a hard day at work, empty talk, and a lot of tasks, you got ready and left the building. When you got out, you saw a beautiful sports car. It wasn't hard to tell it was your husband, and you immediately got in.

You hugged and kissed each other, and then the car moved off. You were actively talking about how you spent your time, how your work was going, Chan smiled at you and wanted to join the conversation, but it was a fatal mistake... As soon as Chan's attention was taken away from the road, there was a noise, a roar, a bang. You had an accident, and another car was bearing down on you.

It wasn't even a couple of minutes before you felt kisses and quiet whispers with sobs. Chan was covered in blood, but he didn't care; all that mattered to him now was you. He shook you gently, kissing your face and hugging you. He cried and asked God for you to wake up, to be with him, and not go to heaven.

Bang Chan: Darling... please... wake up my sweet...