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It was half past ten. Almost midnight. Liming--the boy in his early twenties walked across the lonely street after his shift at the old factory his father used to work. The soft night breeze brushing across his face giving him the sense of comfort he needed at the very moment.
Mind a mess, heart heavy--his feet dragged him to the place where he would always meet his boyfriend after his late night classes.
His boyfriend. His Heart. The boy Liming used to hate with all his existence. Heart. The boy whose life Liming wanted to ruin. Heart. The boy who Liming deceive by the emotion "Love". Heart. The boy who made Liming betray his own ill intentions. Heart. Liming"s breath. Heart.
Halting his feet at the steps of the usual vintage building--Liming tilted down his head taking a simple glance at his wrist watch. 10.40 it displayed. Hieving out a sigh of frustration, the twenty three year old took his seat on one of the pavey steps which made it"s way into the building.
His lover would be here any minute now. His eyes gloomed. Heart ached at the thought of his boyfriend. Guilt eating him alive.
Liming"s eyes wandered over to the lonely street which was only lighted by the dim shade from the old lamppost adding upto the ambience. Everytime his boyfriend crossed his mind it felt as if his heart was stabbed by thousands of daggers. His love. His Heart.
He couldn"t do it any more. His guilt was getting in the way of his love.
The way he imagined Heart"s life being ruined. His Heart being miserable, vulnerable. The way his self sensed the most cruelest satisfaction out just by the thought of it kept crawling back to him. The feeling kept scratching him whole. It was unbearable. Falling in love with Heart wasn"t in his plan to begin with. It was solely an act until his heart started skipping beats everytime he was directed with the purest smile from Heart. Everytime Liming"s head was caressed. Everytime his body was engulfed with the two pair of soft arms as if he was the most fragile thing in the world. Everytime Liming was kissed on his lips delicate. Everytime Liming felt the unconditional love from Heart.
Unable to handle the wave of emotions, the young boy reached upto his back pocket getting ahold of the half emptied box of cigarettes along with the almost finished lighter.
Placing the stick between his teeth Liming lit it up, dragging a good amount of nicotine which immediately helped to calm his nerves for a brief moment. Closing his eyes, he leaned back while his head hit on the wooden door with a slight thud.
Exhaling the wave of smoke--he dragged his second and then third before he heard the faint sounds of the familiar footsteps. The faint hurried messy steps which always comes running towards him. Every muffled thud felt mild. The bearly audible steps felt deafening in Li Mings ears.
Straightening his posture his head tilted, eyes shied towards the boy who conveyed the biggest smile upon seeing the person who he meant harm the most. Heart. His eyes glossed. The hand that held the bud fell pliant on the stoney floor.
Everytime he looked at Heart he used to see the son of his Father"s murderer. The son of a careless police officer who shot his innocent father two years ago. The son of the officer who ruined his entire life, his family. The deaf son of Officer Supoch. Heart Supoch.
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"Ming! Son!" LiMing heard his mother"s daily morning call for breakfast while he lazily stretched his arms with a groan in order to cut away the sleep which still thickly engulfed him.
"Coming!" Finally gaining the energy, he rasped out a reply while getting out of the bed heading his way into the shower to freshen himself up.
His morning routine half done, the latter headed towards the kitchen of his aged house to be greeted by the mouthwatering smell of his mother"s cooking and the warmest smiles of his parents. The blooming Sunrays hitting the dining area adding to the haziness.
"Aow Ming! Come here! Sit down ! Quick! Quick!" The middle aged man--Ming"s father gestured by his hand which made the younger boy rush towards his table taking his seat next to the elder man with a wide smile.
"There you go!" Placing down the last bowl full of sticky rice the old lady too her usual seat next to her husband.
"Okay let"s dig in shall we?" The elder man voiced out in excitement making Ming laugh at the action.
Plating the food on their respective plates the three enjoyed the meal with the small chit chats they always had as a family. Liming"s small family. His parents were his everything. His parents who tried their best to give the perfect life for Liming without drawbacks even though making the ends meet was arduous for them.
"Ming?" Halting his actions the elder man stared at his son who was ready gobble another spoonful of rice into his mouth. "Yes Pa?"
The younger boy"s attention now fully diverted onto his father, raised his eyebrows for the elder to continue.
"You remember Pa"s friend who is in America right?"
"Your old high school friend?" Crossing his eyebrows in confusion and doubt the younger boy questioned earning a quick nod from the latter.
"So...I somehow got to contact him recently and-"
"And?" The younger boy"s body fully alerted towards his father while his heartbeat caught up pace. Eyes conveying a glint of hope and anticipation. Liming"s stared how his father"s eyes shied towards his mother"s while the young boy"s eyes rocked back and forth.
"What is it?" Ming questioned impatiently, his legs shaking in nervousness.
"He has offered Pa to help you migrate there"
"W--what?" Instant tears pooled inside the boy while he refused to believe whatever that was uttered bluntly few moments ago.
Mings head shied towards his father who had the most proudest smile the latter has ever seen ok him. He still refused to believe. Flying to the US, working there to make his parents life better along with his has always being Liming"s dream. It was his dream which felt unreachable. A dream which he grew up having but was too unprivileged to realize.
"You"re lying!"
"I"m not" The elder man shook his head conveying a sincere smile while his eyes started glistening-- matching his son"s eyes.
"You will go to America Liming." His mother leaned front placing a comforting hand on her son"s shaky ones. And it was enough reassurance for Liming to fully feel the indescribable happiness he felt at that very moment. Finally, finally he could give back to his parents the dream life they deserved. Finally he will be able to make his dreams come true. Finally he can linger on the evening street without being envious about other people who had happy deserving lives. Finally he saw a small light in his blue life.
"But..Pa what about the money? Where will we--?"
"Don"t worry about it." The elder man cut him off shrugging as if it was a piece of cake when Liming knew clearly it wasn"t. He was confused.
"What? How?" The young boy questioned.
"Actually Pa"s friend has offered to take care of half of the expenses Ming." The older woman answered getting Ming"s complete attention making him more anxious.
"But Ma the other half should be covered by us..and that"s alot. We barely make it to the months end with the loans and--"
"Ahahah! Enough! Don"t you worry about it. Pa will handle it okay?" The older man retorted interrupting Liming"s piles of questions. Liming was still hesitant to agree. Even though his dream was on its verge of blooming his own family"sfinancial difficulties were getting in the way. He could never be tone-deaf to his own situation.
Liming wasn"t doing good in academics. He was never the study type of boy. All he eve wanted in his life was to work. Earn money. Do something he clearly enjoyed. Dropping out of high school he applied to multiple decent jobs which upto date refused to hire him in cause of his poor academic skills which lead him to work in a chicken diner down the street as the delivery guy. The pay was insufficient yet he was tired of trying, applying for new jobs every now and then even though he had zero belief about himself felt exhausting. Finally as if someone up there has listened to his yearnings, he finally received a chance to prove himself. A chance for a better life. For him. For his parents. For a new life. He wasn"t going to let this go. He will not.
Taking a deep breath, the younger boy"s hesitant eyes turned soft, tense shoulders that was raised up high, loosed down. A small smile crept onto his lips while he nodded rapidly.
"Ehhhh! That"s my boy! Pa"s here. You don"t have to worry about anything" The older man cheered slapping Liming"s cheek in a playful manner and that"s when the younger boy"s tears that were welled up at the edge of the eyes started rolling down in lines. "I love you Pa" standing up from his seat Ming rushed over to his father"s side hugging his petite body ever so tightly.
"Now...there...there...everything will be alright son! Hmm?" Liming felt his head being caressed in a rhythm while his tears wetted his father"s collar.
"Eww! Enough now! I"m getting late for work Ming! Go away!" The older man faked his annoyance making Liming let out a giggle followed by his mother. Opposing to the the action Liming"s grip around the older man tightened adding upto the latter"s annoyance.
"Stop! Go away! Shuuu!" And that was the last time Liming laughed to his heart"s content.
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Liming"s eyes never left his lover who was rushing towards him. His backpack slid over one of his shoulder while his hands carried the big canvas of painting which he was working hard on. Halting his steps in-front of the latter, Heart carefully placed the canvas down along with his bag, oblivious to the burning pair of eyes that refused to leave his face. Finally settling his stuff down the deaf boy finally averted his gaze down immediately signing.
"Were you here for long?"
No response. Liming"s deadpan remained consistent on the boy leaving Heart anxious and nervous. Heart"s chest tightened at the look that was conveyed through his lover"s eyes. A look that Heart has almost never seen on him. At least not when they were together. His eyes followed down to the rising flame of smoke which led to the burning stick on Ming"s hand. And that"s all it took for Heart to hunch down while he slowly crawled on his lover"s body straddling him. Liming needed him. His lover needed him. Heart knew very well it was the nicotine that helped Liming escape every time in Heart"s absence. He knew it very well.
One of the taller boy"s palms gripped tight on his lover"s shoulder while the other cupped his lover"s rough cheek in it. Heart leaned in. The smell of smoke filling his nostrils. A smell he used to hate now giving him the feeling of home. Liming was his home.
Tracing the thumb over the squished cheek the taller boy placed a long kiss on his boyfriend"s forehead making Liming"s eyes water in an instant. He closed his eyes pushing back the tears. His teeth gritted feeling and unbearable wave of emotions hitting him hard like a brick. Pulling away his lips Heart traced them down to Liming eyes--kissing them ever so softly. Heart"s left hand slowly took it"s shift from Ming"s shoulder to his neck while he ghosted his fingers on the nape just how his lover liked it.
Freeing his other hand he proceeded to gesture in question. "What happened Liming? Tell me..Talk to Heart"
And that very moment a dagger pierced Liming"s heart. His eyes latched onto Heart"s worried face. The face that showed pure love and concern for Liming. Only for Liming.
Don"t do this to me Heart. Don"t love me this much. Leave me. I don"t deserve your love. Stop loving me baby. Liming wanted to say. He wanted scream. Cry. Push Heart away. Run away. He wanted to run away and never turn back.
Heart was yet again left unanswered. Putting every piled up emotion and questions aside Heart cupped his lover"s cheek peppering Liming with soft kisses all over his face. A simple gesture he would always follow in order to make Liming loosen up. To make Liming happy and Liming let him. He let Heart do as he pleased. Even though he unconsciously gave into Heart there was a thick wall of tension surrounding him. A wall of guilt. No matter how much he started to shrug away, it scratched him raw. Liming"s hands refuse to hug his lover. To touch his lover. He wanted to but he couldn"t and it didn"t take much longer for the deaf boy to realize it making him a lot more worried.
Halting the small kisses Heart rested his forehead on Ming"s own. Heart could feel the rapid hieving of his lover. The deep exhales of breath which he couldn"t hear. His grip around Ming tightened. Liming"s behavior has been odd for the past week and Heart was shrugged away with his nonchalance every time. His laughed less. He ate less. Would smoke often and stay awake through the Night. He noticed it all yet he didn"t want to bother Ming with his worrisome self.
A few minutes passed and nothing changed between them and that"s all it took for Heart to close the gap between their lips--kissing his lover impatiently yet soft. He wasn"t kissed back and Heart didn"t care. Liming"s vision blurred. He felt Heart"s lips open and close around his own. He felt numb. The pain was too much yet his love for Heart overpowered. The almost burnt cigarette bud was thrown away before Liming snaked his arms around Heart"s figure--pulling him closer. Closing his teary eyes tight he started moving his rough lips against the soft pair kissing his lover back passionately, pouring every ounce of emotion he felt that moment. The guilt, the numbness, the anger, the sadness and mostly love.
Heart"s hands curved around the boy"s broad stiff shoulder shifting himself upwards--hovering over the boy that was under. He loved Liming so much. Hopelessly. He didn"t know how or when he fell completely for the boy. And he didn"t care about it either. The only thing the deaf boy knew was that he couldn"t survive without Liming.
Liming"s head unconsciously pushed back with a thud. It was loud enough to get attention if anyone was lingering on the now lonely road. His hands crawled under the deaf boy"s white cotton shirt feeling the warm skin on his cold fingertips. Their lips perfectly tangled in between each other. The synced kiss now becoming sloppy and slow. The cold fingertips that traced messy patterns on Heart"s neck seat shivers down his spine as always.
Breathing becoming unsteady the deaf boy slowly detached his lips eyes still closed. Gulping down a thick coat of saliva he shifted his head back slowly opening his eyes just to be met with Liming"s tear coated ones making his heart drop instantly. He was hurt at his boyfriend"s pain which he refused to share. Heart"s eyes began to water matching the latter. They moved back and forth searching and answer inside Liming"s ocean eyes. Eyes full of countless emotions which Heart was able to recognize by a simple glance until now. They were unreadable.
The deaf boy slowly traced his fingers on Liming"s rough skin while he hesitantly grogged out his lover"s name.
"Li...M..Ming..."
Stop...Heart...stop... The latter screamed inside. A heavy breath exhaled. Eyes closed, head tilted down. He couldn"t look at the boy who he loved the most. Who Liming loves the most. He couldn"t easily forget the times when all his life"s purpose was to ruin this pure soul. He couldn"t let go of the times he faked every single one of his emotions to the deaf boy who did nothing but love him with every ounce of his existence when he has done nothing wrong. He couldn"t let go of the times he felt satisfied when he place his small pocket knife at the base of Heart"s throat everytime he was asleep hugging Liming"s pillow. He just couldn"t.
Cupping Liming"s cheek Heart forcefully lifted it hinting him to open his eyes and look at him. Liming could feel the smell of dried paint of his lover"s hands. His eyes finally met with Heart"s own. A painful meet. Trying to his best to read Liming once more, Heart released his grip around the latter"s shoulder and face--signing in a slow manner.
"You can tell me anything Liming. Heart is here"
Heart is here. Heart is here. My Heart is here. As much as Liming didn"t want to accept. Didn"t want to hear it. He felt his nerves loosen up with relief. His Heart was here. The exact fact Ming didn"t want but needed.
Heart"s eyebrows raised and his doe eyes gazed on curiously for an answer, a simple acknowledgement from his lover which he craved.
A painful smile crept upto Liming"s lips with a nod followed by making the deaf boy instantly feel relieved. Liming knew Heart was there with him. And that"s what Heart needed. That"s all.
Placing one last kiss on Liming"s lips Heart moved his body that was still straddling the boy, towards his backpack--taking out an envelope. Ming"s eyes followed curiously. The white stuffed envelope was pushed towards Liming with a soft gaze.
"Hm?" Ming"s lost gaze shifted between his lover and the cover.
Letting out a sigh the deaf boy signed.
"2000 bhat. The interest you have to pay for the loan sharks" Liming froze. His body felt numb. Breath hitched. His glossy gaze fixed on the deaf boy who continued his hands gestures.
"I don"t want to see you get hurt by them Ming. I can"t handle it" No response.
"L...iming..." Heart got no response.
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"Liming!" The chicken diner owner called the 21 year old, handing over the last take out order he had for the day.
"The old house down the lane"
"The usual?" Liming questioned with a genuine smile plastered on his lips earning a nod from the elder.
"Ohoo! You have been all smiley and giggly around for a week now! What is it? Did you get a lover? Huh?" The middle aged man who had his hands resting on his hips, teased the younger boy whose smile widened at the false assumption.
Getting closer to his long term boss, Ming raised his eyebrows retorting "None of your business uncle"
"Oi! This kid! Get out of here!" Taking the used sweat drenched cloth that was resting on his shoulder the taller man shooed away the giggly young boy.
Liming ran outside with the food container in order to finish his work for the day. Even though he worked straight for so many hours riding on the streets, Liming never felt tired ever since he was informed with his life changing news. He was happy. Liming was genuinely happy. He finally felt as if he was able to breathe. As if he was pulled out of the deep ocean that has been pulling him to the depth.
The stretch on his lips remained while he packed the container inside the top box of his motorcycle. Wearing his helmet, Ming was just about to start off the vehicle when his phone vibrated inside his pocket. Taking the device his smile grew wider at the caller accepting it in a heartbeat --his ears ready for the usual nagging. Only If he knew.
"Oho Mae! I"ve told you not to wor-- Mae?"
Liming body felt plaint. Eyes watered. His hands began to shake vigorously. The device on his hands felt down on the cemented ground with a loud thud shattering it"s pieces. "No...No...this can"t be...nononooo"
"Liming!" The owner of the diner rushed towards the boy who was losing his balance. "No...no...this can"t be!"
Ming kept uttering. He wasn"t present. Only his mother"s words were ringing inside his head. An unbelievable set of words that made Liming lose his mind in an instance. A set of words Liming never thought he would ever get to hear in his lifetime. Never.
His father has been shot by a police officer. Why? How? When? Yet unknown.
"P...pho.....Phooo!" The boy muttered.
"Liming Wake up!!! Talk to me! HEY!" The older man screamed, yelled just to be returned with a zero response.
He couldn"t breathe. He couldn"t see. He couldn"t hear. His whole world crumpled into pieces in a span of seconds. His father who was everything to him, shot to death. His father who did his everything to fulfill Liming"s needs. His father who loved Liming unconditionally was shot. to. death.
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Days and weeks passed since the tragic incident of Liming"s life.
"The victim and the criminal has been wearing similar outfits which has led to the misjudgement."
"The police officer has wrongfully shot the civilian to death. The necessary actions will be taken by the law. We are ready to compensate for the damage that is unjustifiably caused." Was the only response that was received by the end of the culprit"s side . The culprit, Chief police officer Supoch. The well known Officer Supoch who didn"t receive any sort of legal punishment except for a period of work suspension due to the higher connections he had.
Countless days, countless struggles, countless fights in the police station the response remained the unchanged. Liming didn"t know what he was fighting for. Was it to bring back his dead father? Was it bring back the happiness he lost? Was it he asking his right to breathe? He didn"t know. He didn"t know the reason he was sitting under the hot burning sun, staring at the police station in rage. Tears dropping down his eyes one after the other. He didn"t know what justice he was seeking for. He simply didn"t know while he held onto his only lifeline of moving to the US....until the foreign number directly sent him to voicemail.
The little bit of hope remained inside him faded when his calls were declined constantly, thousands of voicemails were unreturned. And mostly thousands of bhats were robbed from them. He was practically losing his mind. Just when he thought everything in his life was put accordingly in it"s places, just when the slightest amount of color was added in his blue and grey life, the moment he felt genuinely alive.....he lost his everything.
His life wasn"t the same. It was way worse than it was already. Liming was nothing more than a living dead. He was alive yet he wasn"t living. A few months passed as Liming resumed his work on the chicken diner. The expenses along with the heavy debt remained an unbearable burden where his mom finally decided to leave for Bangkok upon getting a new job as a hospital assistant. A job that would financially help them. As much as Liming didn"t want his mother to leave, it left them no choice. And lastly the 21 year old boy was all alone yet again, trapped inside his rage, sadness, solitude filled with vengeance which he buried deep down in his heart. His life took an unexpected turn which will never be given the chance to be fixed again.
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"Fucking give the money back! You fucker!" The well built man kicked the young boy who was thrown down on the floor with force inside his own home which barely has life anymore.
"GIVE. US. THE. MONEY!" After every word. A hard kick was thrown on Liming stomach. Thick Blood oozed out from the young boy"s mouth. He was feeling an excessive pain all over his body. His eye was stinging where he pretty sure was know is a blacked put.
"We don"t care if your father is dead. If you borrowed money YOU GOTTA PAY BACK!" The debt collector bellowed at the top of his lungs kicking the injured for one last time before he left with his other fellow men--leaving the boy inside his dark house. He remained pliant on the floor, unable to move a single muscle. He felt an excruciating pain in his lower abdomen, in his legs and arms. Finally feeling his body getting numb--the 21 year old fell on his back with head hitting on the red polished floor.
"AGH!" He let out an audible cry of pain. His eyes latched onto the brownish rusty ceiling of his house lit up with only a dim light evethough it"s the peak of a sunny afternoon. A warm tear rolled down from the corner of his eyes. Another...and then another. His lips started quivering. He was crying yet it wasn"t realised by the boy until he choked out on his own cries. Everything that happened for the past seven months flashedback through his eyes. The way his life drastically changed for the worse. The way "hope" completely vanished from his life. The way his only will to live--his mom was wandering on the streets of Bangkok not so long after Liming paid a visit after she left for Bangkok shattering his heart into pieces where he then barely had any communication with her.
Pulling himself up forcefully, paying zero heed to the aches his body was in, he headed to the bathroom to freshen himself up before leaving the messy house wearing his oversized worn out hoodie in order to cover his wounds and the blacked out eye which will be weirdly looked at by the strangers.
Keeping his head low the 21 year old trudged. Destination unknown. Despite his head being covered with a hood, people took long glares at the boy. He felt uncomfortable yet he didn"t care. He didn"t care anymore when he has nothing left to be cared for. His feet dragged and dragged until they were halted at the entrance of the regular noodles shop he would crash in. His feet refused from entering. His heartbeat caught pace. The hands that were hidden inside his hoodie pockets were fisted tightly. The white dry eyes instantly turning red while instant tears filled inside. Tears of hatred, tears of sorrow, tears of pain.
His eyes latched onto that one person whom he hated the most in his life, despised the most. A person whom he could kill this very instant. The murderer of his of his father. Officer Suppoach. The Head officer who is freely wandering around under the few months of his work suspension. Who had so much power that he could get away murdering an innocent life along with ruining Liming"s whole life ahead. A careless mistake which shattered beautiful lives to the point where they couldn"t be fixed again.
He followed the officer"s actions from outside the shop. His self still stiffened and steady. His rageful eyes shifted from the elder"s to his hands that was dancing around signing. The policeman wasn"t alone. He stare moved to the person who was seated next to the older man--his hands equally working on making patterns. His rage filled eyes changing to confusion.
"Officer Supoch" has a deaf son. It was after he got diagnosed by a disease. Majority in this town knows about it." The words of one of his friends words ringed inside his head around the time he was delving about the Officer"s personal life.
"Heart Supoch..." his voice echoed inside.
His attention entirely remained on the deaf boy who had a wife smile plastered on his face. A smile that felt genuine. Liming"s void full stare refused to leave the deaf boy. He looked happy. Heart looked happy. Heart Suppoach genuinely looked happy.
Liming felt his rage running all over through him. Which gritted teeth he kept watching the deaf boy communicate with his father delightfully. He was happy while he was living a miserable life because of his father.
As Liming assumed the officer and his son shared a great bond while his bond was taken away cruelly.
"You don"t deserve to be happy"
"Supoch doesn"t deserve to be happy"
"Heart Supoch doesn"t deserve to be happy"
"Heart Supoch....Heart Supoch...." his name kept ringing while vengeance took him completely over.
In that very moment Liming wanted to take off the deaf smile away. He wanted to make him never smile again. He wanted Heart to drown in his misery just the way he is. Just the thought of the deaf boy along with his father being miserable made him feel alive for a brief moment. The thought of it made him be able to breathe again. Rage and revenge was the only emotions that ran inside his veins with a sense of comfort at his new goal he set in his life. Revenge.
Coming into his sense with a jolt, at the screeching of the pushed chairs he quickly hid himself--aligning with the old rusty wall of the shop when he saw the officer and his son coming towards the opened door. His body shied to the side, body stiffened when he sensed the two males passed beside him. His rapid breathing calmed down when upon not being seen by.
Slowly turning his head around Liming watched their movements. The deaf boy"s hands were occupied with carrying a massive painted canvas.
"Will you be able to go on your own?" The officer signed in concern.
"Yes Pa! I"m not a kid anymore" The deaf boy reassured with his usual method of communication.
Hieving out a sigh the police officer patted his son"s head approving his journey to the University alone.
Liming observed every movement. He didn"t understand anything he was lost. Yet he watched. He wanted to know what messages they shared. What the officer said and what was Heart"s response. He wanted to know. His eyebrows crossed. He watched the police officer getting in the backseat of his jeep before the driver tooknoff leaving the deaf boy alone. All alone. Heart wad alone. Heart Supoch was alone. With his disability Liming could easily harm the deaf boy with a blink of an eye yet he refrained. He wanted to hurt him slowly. He wanted it to be unbearably painful. He wanted to break him slowly...slowly...
He didn"t know how? But he will.
Tilting his head down to glance at his smart watch, the deaf boy practically winced when he realized he was already 15 minutes late for his evening classes. Taking a quick glance sideways in caution, the taller boy crossed the road.
Liming"s uneasiness was taking him over when he saw the deaf boy move. He didn"t want this opportunity to go into waste. He wanted to get to know something...anything about the deaf boy.
Adjusting the hoodie, Liming speed-walked behind the taller boy keeping a distance for him to follow and also to not get caught.
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Entering the small house which Liming moved into after his old house was almost destroyed by the loan sharks--he slowly placed his boyfriend"s big canvas near one of his walls. Straightening his posture he turned around to his deaf lover who was placing his other stuff on a nearby chair. Liming"s gazed never nudged away.
Finally settling his necessities on the chair--he turned around when he felt a strong pair of arms hold him tightly in place while a rough pair of familiar lips kissed him eagerly with so much passion taking him off gaurd. Taking a whole minute to process the sudden change of movements--the deaf bot finally reciprocated the actions. His eyes slowly closed. His stiffened body melted under the soft fingers of Liming. He felt himself being led towards the bedroom inside the less spacious house and he let him. He let Liming lead the way. He let himself surrender to anything Liming was willing to do.
The taller boy"s hands go ahold of his lover"s t-shirt while his fingers crumpled the material pulling Liming closer from little to no space.
The shorter boy slowly maneuvered his boyfriend on the soft mattress--their lips still latched onto each other, kissing each other with so much passion. So much love. Every movement of Heart sent daggers to Liming"s heart. The way Heart"s lips moved perfectly in sync with Liming. The way his fingers softly brushed on Liming"s body through the fabric of his garment. His closed eyes teared up making him tighten his already shut eyes.
One of the shorter boy"s hand snaked behind Heart"s head pulling his face more closer to deepen the kiss. To share a profound Intimacy, to share love, to feel each other, to feel warmth for one last time. Liming wanted it all for one last time.
Their kiss becoming sloppy, both the boys detached their now swollen lips. Closed eyes now open--filled with love--latched onto one another"s. Heart"s gaze that was filled with love turned into concern when he witness the his boyfriend"s red ones. The eyes filled with love covered in an unspoken pain. The very fact made Heart"s stomach drop low. His Liming in pain was something Heart never was able to bear. His everything. His Liming.
The deaf boy"s hand moved up towards Liming"s face adjusting the few locks that fell messily on his forehead. Their gaze not a care to be nudged away. Two of his fingers slowly brushed along frame of Liming"s face. Liming gritted his teeth when he felt his chest tighten. My Heart. My Heart. His voice kept ringing. His painful stare deliberately moved towards Heart"s hand that raised for a gesture.
"Take me Liming..Use me to heal your pain" A stab. A stab that is strong enough to let Liming bleed until the end of his life. His Heart softly ordering him to use his soul to heal him. His Heart who is willing to throw away his dignity for a boy who used him for his rageful satisfaction.
Stop...Heart....please... Liming screamed inside.
The deaf boy observed the way his lover"s body stiffened. He wasn"t answered. Liming showed no reaction making the latter"s heart thud against his chest.
"L..Li...M..ming" the deaf boy rasped... that"s what it all took for the breaking boy to pull his lover into a passionate which was instantly reciprocated. As a person who"s hypersensitive to physical touch--Heart could feel the oozing love Liming had for him yet they lacked something which found hard to recognize. His kisses didn"t feel as usual. Every kiss, every touch felt so close yet so far. Liming felt so close yet so far.
Heart"s arms sneaked behind his lover"s back. His nails tracing a line not so rough-not so soft on his back which he knew will leave a red mark on the fair skin--pulling the boy who was hovering over him towards his body. He held Liming tight. So tight that Liming couldn"t run away from him. Runaway from Heart.
Liming let out an airy moan to the sensation he felt down his spine. His hands equally held Heart"s fragile body inside his arms. Breaking the kiss he rested his forehead on his lover"s own. Soft breath fanning each others cheeks. Their position remained consistent until their rapid breathing resumed to usual. One of Liming"s hands that held his lover tight, traced down towards Heart"s soft ones. Heart"s hands felt so soft and delicate against Liming"s rough ones. Liming was feeling every bit and piece of Heart. He held Heart as if he was most delicate thing in the whole world. For Liming he was.
Getting ahold of Heart"s hand, he guided them upwards placing them right above his throat. Heart"s eyes watched Liming in astonishment. He was confused yet he was pleased. Heart could feel Liming"s pulse against his fingers. He could feel his lover"s Adam"s apple move every time he gulped. He felt loved all over again while he fell in love all o er again. Heart"s strong gaze never left his lover"s.
"My Heart..." The boy voiced out. Heart felt vibrations run through his fingers. Heart"s stare moved between Liming"s lips and eyes.
The 23 year old"s eyes watered when he saw a soft smile decorated his deaf boy"s face. His lips quivered.
I"m sorry my Heart....I"m sorry my baby....
Swallowing down the lump inside his throat he forced out a smile which went unnoticed by the latter--too caught up in the new endearing gesture of his lover.
"I love you my Heart....I love you so much..." Ming whispered. Eyes watered at the way his lover"s eyes moved on from his lips down to his throat feeling the sensation through his fingers. Unable to control the overwhelming feelings that was oozing out for his lover the boy leaned down latching his lips on Heart"s intensely.
While their lips were still hungrily moving against each other, the boy who was hovering over slowly undressed his lover piece by piece to bareness. His soft, vulnerable delicacy which Liming cherished and cared now yearning to be loved. To be loved by Liming.
He wanted Heart No. He needed to feel Heart, every inch of his bareness, every inch of vulnerability, every inch of love....Liming wanted to caress, love and care.....for one last time...
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The 23 year old lit up his 5th cigarette for the past hour. Inhaling the nicotine, he tilted his head up when he felt the tears in his eyes were threatening to fall. No matter how many sticks he intook, the pain he felt had nothing on it. Nothing close to the feeling of torturing his own heart. Nothing close to pain of letting his lover go. He was leaving Heart. He couldn"t bring himself to be loved by Heart. He just couldn"t... knowing how cruel his true intentions were. His lover deserved more. A person who only had, have and will have pure intentions towards him. Towards his Heart. And Liming clearly knew that it wasn"t him. The very fact made him lose his mind.
He inhaled... exhaled......inhaled...exhaled.....countless times. The hotness of the smoke warming his bare torso which was decorated by red scratches marks of love. through the cold long night. The refraction of the early sun, beamed through the small holes of the closed windows.
Crushing the cigarette bud on the Ash tray next on the small table next to his bed- Liming turned around to a soundly sleeping Heart hugging Liming"s pillow which he placed on his behalf. Ming"s eyes scanned the soft features of his boyfriend Heart. His boyfriend of one year. A year Liming felt alive.
Leaning down his hand pushed back the sweaty damped locks from the boy"s face pressing a long kiss on his forehead. A kiss filled gratefulness and pain. His hand cupped the open cheek of his lover while his thumb caressed the soft cheek.
Pulling away from the forehead he slowly whispered to the deaf boy--his tears finally sliding down.
"I don"t deserve you my Heart. I"ll free you from me. My misery should only be with me....be free from me my Heart...Be free..."
Placing a final long kiss on his lover"s, Liming got up from his bed. He rushed his actions in wearing his worn out hoodie along with the boxer and the pants that was messily laying on the floor. He couldn"t stay with Heart any longer. Not another minute more. Without a second glance at the sleeping figure he hurried himself out of his house leaving Heart all alone.
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After his long shift at the factory Liming headed towards his house. Switching on his phone he stared at the screen nonchalantly--pushing away the need to cry out loud. 15 missed video calls. 25 messages from Heart.
Gritting his teeth hard Liming climbed up the old metallic pair of stairs ourside that led to his shelter that was on the rooftop of an abandoned building.
He trudged up. Head hung low. Hands inside his hoodie pockets.
Just as the last step was climbed his eyes halted on the person whom he last wanted to be met with. Whom he needed and want but refused to move on further. Liming"s heart churned in pain at the deaf boy who was seated on the wooden bench on the outside of the house gazing upon the starless sky. The cold breeze blowing his hair a mess. Taking a deep breath while his fists clenched inside his pockets Liming stepped forward to the entrance with a deadpan. Every step felt heavier than the other.
Just as he was nearing the figure who was oblivious to Ming"s arrival jolt his body up in alert and shock. Liming refused to acknowledge the latter"s presence while he walked pass Heart. The shorter boy was halted with a force. He raised his head high to stare at the boy that was now in front of him signing oh so fast--worry , concern and fear highly evident on his face breaking Liming inside.
"Liming where were you? Are you okay? Why did you leave me today? You never do that to me.."
He was indeed right. Liming never would leave Heart every time they shared hours long of Intimacy. Ming would hold Heart closer to his chest, pepper him with soft kisses while whispering sweet nothings as Heart loved even though he couldn"t hear them unlike today. Heart was left all alone--his bare body under the cold sheets without a word. Without a single sign.
"I was scared Liming" Liming"s heart bled inside. He was breaking, crying in pain inside nonetheless his face showed zero emotions and dead eyes.
"Liming say something" The deaf boy eyes held excessive fear when he was returned with not response until..
"We are over" Forcefully taking his hands out, the shorter boy signed nonchalantly.
The deaf boy froze yet he didn"t believe what Liming just said. No. Liming would never. My Liming would never.
Heart let out a small smile which contained a sense of doubt.
"This isn"t the time to joke Ming"
Heart signed before he reached for his his lover"s hands which was shied away in a blink.
"We are over! Which part about it don"t you get?"
I"m sorry My Heart.
"Liming don"t be like this..tell me.what happened" Heart was concerned and was internally panicking. He was terrified of Liming leaving him.
"I got bored" Liming signed with a straight face. He watched how Heart"s eyes immediately pooled with tears. The deaf boy slowly reached his hands up to get ahold of his lover to be taken aback.
"Li...ming" Heart voiced out. The sweet groggy voice now held pain stabbing the latter with thousands of daggers.
Liming refused to show any reaction. His face still stoic and void of emotions. He walked away to the door while he was halted by the now crying deaf boy....again....
Before Heart could hold Liming longer, the shorter boy freed his hand from his boyfriend"s grip moving closer to the unlocked door. Clicking it open Liming entered inside closing the door on his now ex-lover with the loud thud.
The 23 year old finally let put all the emotions he had been sinking down for the past few minutes. His body felt numb. His hands felt pliant. His legs would give up any minute unable to bear the pain he felt. Pain of separation. Pain of hurting his own lover.
Latching onto the door lock for support he hunched position letting out an audible cry of heartache.
"Li Ming!" The deaf boy voiced out knocking on the door with loud thud even though he couldn"t hear a single decibel. Every hard knock, every cry he let out, he couldn"t hear a single thing yet he knew his lover heard everything. Everything. He knew he heard his painful cries to open the door. He knew he heard his continuous desperate calling of his name. He knew Liming hears his cries...
"LIMIIINNNGGG!!!!" Heart forced out through his used vocals chords feeling the stinging pain inside them. He didn"t know how loud he was. He wasn"t aware of any sound he made yet he knew this time he was loud. The vibrations through his throat was so hard. He was so loud that he was sure his lover was able to hear his bellow so clear. His desperate voice to open the door. To talk to him.
He wanted to ask thousand of questions from him. He wanted to convince Liming through the shut door. He needed to know reasons. They both were alright. They both were alright few hours ago. They both were all fine.
In that moment he wished he wasn"t deaf. In that moment he wished he communicate as a normal boy. He wished he could speak loud and clear.
Thudding on the wooden door Heart cried again.
"LIMING!!!!!!"
Liming covered his ears with his hands. His legs have given up the moment Heart let out his name in a agonizing cry. His back supported from the wooden closed door. Knees bent while he buried his swollen red face inside.
"LIMIINNNNNGGGG!" Another cry was heard making the latter jolt his body. His hands gripped hard on his ears unable to bear his ex lover"s cries.
"Stop...please...stop...Heart...." he muttered breaking down.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to run back to Heart and hold his fragile body inside his arms but he couldn"t.
Even though Heart couldn"t hear a single sound, he kept breaking down silently hiding away in his shelter.
Almost two hours passed. The cries of pain and the loud beatings on the door have subsided. Long gone. He couldn"t hear a single movement nor a single whimper outside of the door. He wasn"t aware whether his ex lover was still outside. He didn"t know whether his deaf boy whom he loved with all his heart, whom he hurt with all his might was still outside he didn"t know and he didn"t want to.
His arms crossed around his stomach he let himself fall plaint on the ground--hugging himself tightly seeking the comfort that wasn"t anywhere closer to him.
"I"m sorry Heart..." With that the younger boy"s heavy eyes closed themselves to darkness, escaping reality for a brief moment.
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It has been 5 days since the breakup. Liming refused to stay in his house clearly knowing Heart would stay there all day until Liming arrived. His phone flooded with unanswered texts and calls yet Liming read every single one of them. He stayed with one of his friends in the factory and as expected he was informed about a young boy visiting his house regularly for 4 days from a neighbor.
It has only been 5 days and Liming barely survived without Heart.. He was almost as the dead. He had no hope. No will to live. The revenge once made him feel alive. The love he shared with Heart made him feel alive while it now made him die a little by little everyday. His life was a mess and he made it messier. Only If he didn"t meddle with Heart....only If he knew that his false feelings would betray him and make him fall for the deaf boy..only If he knew....
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The boy slowly trailed behind the deaf boy. Liming"s eyes were locked on the latter. The deaf boy was solely focusing on his way to the University.The stalker watched him nod, smile and wave to the people on road. Were they strangers? Were they people who knew him? Liming didn"t know. But as per observation Heart Supoch seemed to be a boy who could be broken, hurt and crushed easily even with a simple word.
Liming walked and walked until his step halted before taking the other. The boy in his front halted on his tracks. Liming sensed the deaf boy"s body turning while he hid himself behind a massive tree that was close to him. His Heart thudded against his ribcage to the fear of getting caught right on the first day. Relief took over when the deaf boy turned his head sideways scanning the road before crossing it just before entering inside the massive gate. His watched the figure disappear inside the gates with a stoic expression. He felt a sense of victory when he finally realised that he found a great information about the boy which would make his approach easier, Heart Suppoch.
Turning back he headed himself to his old house deep in thought. Earning Heart"s trust wouldn"t be easy but breaking Heart was easy. His head kept on ringing the bell constantly. Liming closed the door behind--his house completely dark with only a few beams of the afternoon sun was peeping through which made the inside visible. His mind deep in thought.
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Heart was walking down the street after a long tiring day of classes. With his sling bag resting on his shoulder he trudged towards his house not so far away from the busy block of the neighborhood until he was pushed down to the ground while his black sling bag was forcefully robbed away. He was too shocked to move a muscle. He couldn"t let out any sounds. People around him were worried yet they weren"t bothered enough to be concerned about the latter or his bag being evidently theft away. Even though similar occurrings were normal in Heart"s life, he never got used to them. He cannot. He was a disabled person which couldn"t do much to stand up for himself in a society filled with inhuman people. A few minutes passed with Heart remaining in the same position to process the situation. Just as he was about to stand up, A boy knelt down infront of him with a black sling bag. Heart"s bag which was stolen few minutes ago.
His eyes widened while it shifted back and forth on the bag and the person who had it"s hold. Finally his eyes halted on the boy who had a visible gentle smile drawn on his face. A genuine smile that reached upto his eyes. The deaf boy"s Heart skipped a beat. The boy looked around the same age as himself and somewhat familiar. So familiar but he wasn"t able to recall. He wore a decent pair of blue jeans, a white shit and an unbuttoned checkered shirt over it. He looked handsome while his soft smile added up to it. For an odd reason the stranger"s presence felt comfortable.
Heart"s eyes were only focused on the boy who now was speaking to Heart. His trance was broken when his body was shocked in a helping manner. Heart"s body jolted while he shifted on the floor in order to stand up with the help of the stranger while he slowly took the bag from the hand that was stretched towards him with a nod.
Resuming back, the art student stared at the moving lips of the boy. "Are you okay?" The deaf boy read the lips nodding gently as a response. The stranger kept on speaking fast. It was too fast for Heart to follow. The stranger halted with a confused gaze when he was received with no response. Tapping on the boy Heart gestured in need for a moment while he reached his back pocket getting ahold of his phone. The younger boy looked at the latter"s action with crossed eyebrows. Not much time passed when the bright phone screen was placed in front of him.
"I"m deaf. Thank you for helping me" The stranger read. His eyes softened conveying a nod of acknowledgement along with a small smile.
The deaf boy was drawn to the smile of the latter as he watched him take his own pocket--tapping on the screen before showing it to the deaf boy.
"It"s okay. Be careful around the neighborhood there are lots of bad guys around"
Heart let out an endearing giggle while he signed out of habit clearly forgetting the fact the stranger wasn"t aware of the gestures. Or did he?
"Thank you. I will be more careful. My name is ---" the stranger voice out in his head all the signs that was made by the deaf boy. He knew every single gesture.
He raised his eyebrows staring at the excited boy who halted his hand gestures midway, tilting his head down to his device yet again.
"Thank you. I will be more careful. My name is Heart. Nice to meet you"
The stranger let out a soft smile upon seen the display.
Reciprocating action the boy smiled while he felt a cruel satisfaction inside.
"No worries. I"m LiMing. Nice to meet you too Heart"......"Supoch"
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The sixth day Liming--on his way to the factory headed towards the University Heart studied. He wanted a glimpse of his ex lover. The boy who he loved. The only person in his life. Hands inside his hoodie pocket as usual the boy hid behind a trunk of a massive tree near by. The same old tree where he used to hide when he was stalking Heart.
Taking a quick glimpse at his watch he sighed when he realised there was almost an hour for his classes to start. He watched every every student who passed inside the building yet his Heart wasn"t there. He internally panicked
He was concerned. It"s almost the time for his morning classes and Heart wasn"t anywhere near. He unconsciously took his phone out--finger ready to press voice call on the name "My H♡" when realization hit him like a truck.
The pain he tried long to forget resurfaced. Eyes coated glossed when he hieved out a quivering sigh before he turned around to take his leave and his feet stopped in the track. Across the road...His eyes caught the figure he had been searching for--tagging along with his usual bunch of friends. Liming"s eyes scanned the art student from head to toe. One of the boy"s hands carried a canvas painting as usual. He stared at the boy signing and communicate in a rush while he occasionally let out giggles and smiles. Heart looked happy. He was happy. His Heart was happy. "I did the right thing" liming convinced himself. Am unconscious smile spreader against his lips at the glimpse of happy Heart.
His heart still wounded, he left the place directing a simple glance at his ex-lover before heading towards his workplace.
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It was almost ten when Liming finally decided to head to his own home after he was confirmed that his ex lover has not been present for two days. No matter how much he wanted this his heart, mind and so still yearned for his Heart. Eventhough he knew he isn"t worthy of his love...he yearned Heart. He wanted him back in his arms. His mind was void. A mess. Inside he was struggling of the want and need of his lover. Ex-lover.
Slowly climbing up the steps his thoughts were instantly broken with a loud voice filled with rage.
"You are finally home motherfucker!" Li Ming knew to whom the voice belonged. He knew it too well. The debt collectors. Closing his eyes with sigh of frustration he paid no heed to the rageful man who was tagging along with his fellow good for nothing thugs.
"THIS ASSHOLE!" The man halted the unbothered boy feeling offended at his ignorance.
Feeling annoyed, Liming"s dead eyes directly stared up towards the sturdy man. He knew ignorance and death stare wouldn"t do anything good for him yet Liming was too tired. He was emotionally drained. He was already void inside and he didn"t care. He cared about nothing when he let go of the only precious thing he owned in his pitiful life.
"I swear I will rip your eyes out" the thug gritted.
"Do it" and a hard punch was landed on the boy"s face making him stumble on his feet.
"YOU DON"T EVEN HAVE THE MONEY TO PAYBACK BUT YOU HAVE BIG MOUTH TO GET ON MY NERVES?!!" Another punch the same side of his face. A punch harder than before. He felt a stinging pain on the corner of his lips and the raw taste of blood in his mouth.
Another hard punch attacked. It was hard enough for Liming to fall on his back. He could fight. He can fight back yet he refrained. He was too tired. Too drained. Too exhausted. He was just surrendering to the violence.
"PAY THE MONEY BACK YOU ASSHOLE" The debt collector kept kicked the 23 year old who let out a painful groan in return.
"PAY. THE. MONEY. BACK!!" After every word, he was kicked. A gallop of blood puked out of his mouth.
Spitting out a thick strand of bloodied saliva he wiped his mouth with the hoodie sleeve, turning on his stomach to ease the pain.
Just as another kick was about to be thrown Liming heard a loud agonizing scream. A scream of a familiar voice. A voice he could recognize from miles away. His blurry vision shied towards the direction in confusion.
He saw his ex-lover running towards him. No. Heart go away. Go away!
The deaf boy rushed towards the scene while he pushed the bigger man away from harming his ex-lover. Kneeling down, Heart let out cries of pain and plead. Hot tears streaming down his face. "Heart?"
Liming saw the deaf boy lock his hands in a wai rubbing them together pleading for the thugs to stop. To leave his lover alone. To not hurt him. He couldn"t do much. He couldn"t scream. He couldn"t communicate nor negotiate with them nor could he fight. The only thing he could do was to let out cries and beg for them to stop.
"P..please" the deaf boy muffled which praying that it will be heard.
Ming"s shivering hands go ahold of his ex lover"s locked ones pulling them down with minimum force. He didn"t want Heart to beg. He shouldn"t beg for Liming. He shouldn"t cry for Liming.
The sturdy man was pissed yet his eyes soon turned into fearful ones when he realised the familiar young boy who was covering the other.
"S..supoch" The well known name unconsciously left the thugs mouth.
"IT"S OFFICER SUPOCH"S SON!" That"s what it took for the debt collectors flee away from the scene before they put their own selves into trouble.
Heart was oblivious to the reason of the sudden flee yet he didn"t care. All he wanted was his Liming safe. His Liming is safe now.
Just as he was about to turn, the injured boy clung onto Heart"s petite figure- holding him closer to himself. The way Heart begged and cried for him.
Liming couldn"t hide it any more. He couldn"t endure the pain anymore. Hiding himself inside his ex-lovers chest he burst out crying. He was pulled closer to the chest.
"Wh...why..did you come back? Why d..did yo..u s..save me Heart? Why?" He wailed against his chest. He knew his Heart couldn"t hear. He knew yet he was too shaken by the moment.
The deaf boy felt the thick vibrations against his chest which he couldn"t grasp yet he snaked his arms around Liming"s shaking body in a securing manner. Letting Liming let out all his emotions he traced messy patterns on his back. A gesture Heart would do every time to calm the latter down.
Pulling Liming up close with a force the deaf bot buried his face inside his lover"s neck equally sobbing releasing the pain. The pain of fear. The pain of heartbreak. The pain of longing. The pain of love.
Calming both of their broken selves Liming was guided towards his small house filled with uncolored raw walls. Inside of the house felt lifeless. It was cold. The taller boy maneuvered Liming on the bed while he paid zero attention to the pair of red eyes that was staring at Heart"s swollen face. Heart had worry drawn all across his face. Hunching himself down, Heart nudged on the hem if Liming"s hoodie--a soft gesture seeking foe permission. With a small wince the injured boy raised his hands up slowly granting the seeked permission. The hoodie was pulled up displaying the red and blue wounds on the fairs skin. Heart"s eyes watered at the sight. He hated his Liming being hurt. Being punished for the things that clearly wasn"t his fault. That was out of control. Why was it always Liming who paid the price? Why wasn"t it him?
Heart pushed the injured boy on the bed in caution.
A thick tension of unspoken words and matters roamed between. Heart"s eyes halted on the white envelope that consisted money which he handed over to the latter a week prior. Heart needed answers. Why did he leave him? How could he leave him? Why didn"t he pay the money?
Taking his seat on the bed, Heart"s glossy stare locked on the boy who had tears slowly streaming down his face.
Taking a deep breath, the deaf boy raised his hands to sign.
"Are you in pain Liming?" All the piled up questions and the only questions that came out was it.
Liming"s lips quivered while he slowly shook his head a "no".
"Yes" Heart realised--acknowledging it with a nod.
Leaning down the deaf boy placed a long kiss on the latter"s sweat damped forehead. Liming let him, closing his eyes to feel the sense of security through it.
Breaking the kiss Heart straightened his posture.
"Why did you leave me Liming?"
Liming was lost of words at that. He couldn"t utter nor gesture a single response at the sudden talk of the elephant in the room.
"Why did you leave me Liming?"
The next question his ex-lover asked left Liming baffled and terrified.
"Is it because I am Heart Supoch?"
"Is it because I am the son of Officer Supoch?"
"Is it because I am the son of your father"s murderer?"
Liming was frozen. His eyes widened while his stomach dropped low. How did Heart know? almost an year being in a relationship yet he never spilt a word about his family and Heart never dug in deep. Never forced Liming to go further.
His hands started shaking violently.
"LiMing.The victim"s son of Officer Supoch"s case"
The injure boy let out rapid breaths.
"That"s what they called you after I asked about you when you punched the police officer in charge that one time in the station."
He knew....
"I knew our meet ups weren"t a coincidence...everytime you showed up whenever I am in need...I knew they were planned...I knew it Liming....and the nights you placed the knife on my throat ...i felt the rage you had inside." Heart continued gesturing while he softly sobbed.
"I know you wanted revenge but I couldn"t help but fall in love with you Liming."
"H...heart.." the latter whispered. He felt as if was being strangled. He couldn"t breathe.
"Eventhough you faked your love for me in the start I couldn"t help but fall for them. Your reasons for them were valid Liming. You aren"t wrong."
Liming"s cries became louder and louder. For the first time he was thankful that his Heart couldn"t hear him. That he couldn"t hear how agonizing he sounded. He knew about Liming. Head to toe. He knew Liming"s rage and still loved him. Liming felt as if his whole world was falling apart. His nightmare of Heart knowing his ill intentions now unfolding one by one right in front of his eyes.
"I just want to love you Liming...and i want your love Liming" Heart"s eyes begged for a response yet Liming wasn"t in his mind to response. His mind was a mess.
"L....Liming..." The deaf boy rasped--one of his hands reaching upto wipe his tears that is damping his cheeks.
"Can I ask you something will you do it for me?" The boy signed. The latter nodded slowly for his Heart to continue.
"Can you not leave me Liming?" The latter"s eyebrows creased-- glistening eyes grew wide in confusion.
"You can slap me, hit me, punch me, torture me but don"t leave me.....please...can you not leave Heart Supoch?"
That"s all it took for Liming to pull Heart--the boy he loved with all his might in his tight embrace, crying out loud.
"WHY DO YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH HEART! WHY DO YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH?! I...I D...DONT DESERVE IT..."
Heart couldn"t hear his lover"s cries nor pleads nor questions unless for the vibration he felt against the crook of his neck. His arms curled around Liming"s bear torso pulling him from little to no space.
Letting the injured boy calm down Heart broke away from the hug.
His puffy eyes fixated on his broken boy. Liming gazed upon his lover through his blurry vision.
My Heart....My Heart....he cried inside.
Liming"s stare shifted down to the hands of the boy he loved.
"Can you promise me Liming...to not leave Heart Supoch" The deaf boy eyes were pleaded. He was pleading. Begging to be loved by Liming.
The person who once hated him the most.
Without a second wasted Liming nodded his head through his tears finally answering his lover"s plead.
Heart let out a smile of relief through his tears while he pulled into Liming"s warm chest.
"I will never leave you again...my Heart...Heart Supoch"