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~Quiet~ [H.XL PT.4]

That night, that night stuck in my head for weeks. The night I had the displeasure of witnessing someone at their peak of despair. I never wanted to see him like that again, he was in so much emotional pain I could feel it radiating off of him. I yet again had the overwhelming urge to protect this poor boy from the world. We stayed under that oak tree for a while, I could tell Xinlong wasn't doing well so I stayed with him. I didn't have the right words to say to him at the time, and maybe I still don't. What could I possibly have said that would make any kind of difference to him? He hates himself, he hates his heart arrhythmia, the cause of his stroke, and what he hates the most is his inability to convey emotions with words. I can't say I understand his pain because I don't, I can't say things will get better because once your brain is damaged, there's no 'Getting better'. I told him I loved him that was the only true thing I could say. I said it over and over again in hopes to help the boy heal emotionally for the moment. I sat there, watching the stars while holding his hand. He rested his head on my shoulder, every once and awhile he let out more pain-filled sobs, then they'd die down to sniffles, and back up to sobs again. I would have stayed there all night if I had to, but eventually Xinlong took his head off my shoulder, and looked at his phone he showed me the time. 

12:57am

 Of course we went to our separate houses after realizing how late it was. I walked Xinlong to his house and before he went inside, he hugged me. It was a long hug but I couldn't have cared less at the time, it felt good being so close to him. When I went to my own home, naturally, my mother was pissed. I told her the truth about what happened and she calmed down a little.

"You still could have called me, or even texted me." She had said.

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Mr. Suh pulled me out of my thoughts. " I didn't go through six years of teachers college to be ignored."

"Sorry Sir." I felt my cheeks heating up. Getting called out in front of the whole class has always humiliating.

"Don't call me 'Sir' it makes me feel old." Mr. Suh went back to teaching again, but, I yet again spaced out.

"Okay you children, get out of my class its time for my lunch." Finally. I had something to give Xinlong, but I wanted to wait until the free twenty five minute period we both share. I walked out of class and looked for the beauty. We had some classes together, but not all. Most of my classes were with Mr. Suh where as Xinlong was with another teacher for most periods. I believe his name is Mr. Lee or something like that, I don't have any classes with him so I wouldn't know. I looked around the hallways but, no Xinlong. Where is he? I know he came to school, I talked to him at the start of the day. Well, I didn't talk to him, poor choice of words on my part. I checked every plausible place that he could be, but he wasn't in any of them. I decided to walk inside and look for him there.

"Worthless piece of shit!" I heard a thud followed by a groan of pain. What the fuck is going on? I didn't dare walk in fear of getting caught up in this fight, call me a coward, but, I decided to just stay still and listen.

"You're such a fucking attention seeker you know that?" A few more thudding sounds and groans followed. Damn someone's getting he shit kicked out of them. I was about to walk away since whatever those people are fighting about is none of my business, but, the person spoke again this time saying something that caught my attention.

"I bet you're not even a fucking mute, you just want pity, how pathetic, get your ass up." Shit. As far as I know, no one else in this school is mute. Instantly I crossed the wall I was halfheartedly hiding behind before, only to be met with a horrible scene. Some asshole, not sure who, had Xinlong by the collar, pinned up against the wall. Xinlong had a bloody nose and bruises in numerous places on his body were visible. He turned his head to look at me with pleading eyes. One hand was holding on to the slightly taller male, as to keep himself up, and the other clutching his chest. What if some things going on with his heart? I don't know a whole lot about heart arrhythmias all I know is it gave him a stroke in the past, it makes sense that stress could make it worse right?