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Face battered and hair dishevelled, the little hunched child sobbed in pain and distress; For what did he deserve this? Why had the older boys beat him up? His eyes - one bewitched with bloody chaos in its wake and other, black as an obsidian and chips of charcoal - he had been told that they were freaky, cursed to have such a disorder.
Still, did it justify having him beaten up to the point he couldn't open his eyes? The boy clenched his fists, short, painful hiccups escaping his mouth.
He cried until his eyes hurt.
He cried until there was no moisture left.
An unforeseen warmth enveloped his head. He tried opening his eyes, only to meet a blurry figure in an equally blurry playground. He squinted harder and harder, unconsciously leaning into the touch. The silhouette - no, a taller boy -looked down, with his palm on the child's messy hair and the other free hand in his pocket fishing for something, his outline scattering a beam of light. The child watched him, dazed.
A voice so soft it shocked the younger boy asked, "Are you okay?"
No response. Only broken sobs. The child slightly tilted his head, inwardly panicking that he couldn't see through his right eye.
The older boy, amused, also titled his head. Was this a way of communication? Who knows!
"Here," the boy crouched and handed him a red handkerchief. "Don't worry, I scared the bad guys away. They won't come near you again." He patted his back soothingly.
"What's your name?" He asked again, his brown eyes trying all its might to soothe the little child Infront of him.
A pause.
"Hong Hong- er.. my m-mom calls me that." He replied. Who was this boy? Why was he.. being so kind?
A big smile made its way on the other boy's face. "Alright Hong Hong-er, my name's Xie Lian!"
The soft patting on Hong Hong-er's back never ceased.
On that day, unaware of what Hong Hong-er was thinking, Xie Lian smiled more.
On that day, clutching the red napkin, Hong Hong-er found his idol. Someone he would follow for the rest of his life. He smiled back, vowing to engrave this precious moment in the deepest part of his conscious.
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