Love Coded

CHAPTER I

LIMING.

Another day, and as always, I can already feel my body getting fatigued as the sun rises. Sigh. Never better.

I gathered my belongings and got ready for school.

"Hey, Liming, I made your breakfast and it's at the table—" "I'm not hungry mom..." I insist. "but, thanks." I mumbled annoyingly.

"Oh is that so? well then at least go get the lunch I prepared for y–" but before she could even finish her sentence, she heard Liming slams the door shut.

This day is just so annoying, I'm used to it but, I don't know, It's just much worse day by day and it sickens me.

Even though Liming is introverted, he makes an effort to engage with his classmates all for the benefit of his academics. I mean, he has no other option.

After arriving at the school, he immediately heads to the library, which is quite typical of him. He enjoys spending time there, because it gives him the sense of tranquility and peacefulness with himself.

A second home indeed.

Who wouldn't feel at peace in a home paralleled with books of various genres and stories, right? Overall notwithstanding, of course he has a favorite, entitled "Flowers from 1970" A story about a young and lonely boy named George, that discovers he can use an old telephone to communicate with a boy living 50 years in the past.

Tragic is it? well, he loves it. He believes that pain is inevitable but enduring it is optional, and this never fails him to wonder...

What more tragedy can come to ones life? or should I say... my life?

"Ah stop it Liming Loetphong, you're overthinking things again." he said faintly as he holds his face patting it in a loop, trying his best to wake up and not relate himself to the book.

His course is BA in Creative Writing, it's definitely hard to diverse yourself from stories, but it inspires him as-well, because for Liming, books aren't always about answering who, what, where and when, its about how you will conquer the tragedies in the end.

...

Few minutes have passed, it's almost time for his next class, so he headed outside the library, feeling anxious, because its all eyes on him again.

Gossiping over him or not, he already knew that it's always: "a major weirdo who lives in his head all the time." or "the friendless mute guy." his face are narrowed down, forsooth, he's used to it. But sometimes he feels that it aches deep too, you know? because as the saying goes, pain is inevitable?

Never ever be affected. He constantly reminds that to himself. You're never different from them, it's just the personality of oneself that gives everything contrast.

Not even a few inches away from the library, he heard a battalion of empty-headed humans exploiting a defenseless student, and this causes to draw everybody's attention. He hurriedly run towards it as much as he could.

"Hey! stop that—" even himself is in shock, because those words just bluntly spills out of his mouth, in-short, he's already engaging himself in the fight.

He firmly grasps the guy's arm who's about to hit the helpless guy.

"Fuck off! who do you think you are huh?" He said fiercely, gritting his teeth, and pushed Liming, which caused him to tumble to the ground. "Hey leave him alone!"

He's about to throw another hand, but this time it's towards Liming, well, not until the school's guards came to cease them down.

the crowd only stares at them, not helping at all. But likewise, most of them are probably thinking that it's only a rubbish fight over a dull-witted man and the two nerds.

And I'm pretty sure they'll not be surprised if the others tattles are much worse.

What the hell is wrong with him?