Every Single Thing I Touch || HeartLiming "Moonlight Chicken"

12. Pink Flowers

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I don't wanna talk about anyone. I wanna sleep in your car while you're driving. Lay on your lap when I'm crying.

—Adrianne Lenker, "Anything"

Liming has been leaning against his bicycle and staring at the school gate for more than ten minutes now. He blinked, scratching the back of his head before sighing heavily. After everything that happened during the weekend, he couldn't lie about the fact that he's been dreading coming to school and facing... everyone.

Especially him.

"Scared to go inside?" Came a voice from behind as Liming watched Heart's minions walking towards him—or rather towards the school.

Liming sighed. He really didn't want to deal with these knuckleheads now, "Why would be going to school bother you, huh? Are you my mom?"

"Yunno how vampires are afraid of churches?" one started, sorting through the bunch to come in front—a self-appointed leader, "Maybe murderers are scared of schools in the same way"

"Hey, head-honcho" Liming snapped, making the other grimace, "Is your head only for decoration? Vampires are fictional. Stop fapping off to all these vampire animes and start paying attention to the real world"

"And end up being a murderer like you?" the guy laughed, as the rest of the gang joined in awkwardly—as if they didn't know whether they should laugh or not, "I'd rather fap off to vampire animes than kill my own brother"

Liming paused, curses bubbling in his throat—screaming to be let out. He wanted to punch the slimy, greasy haired Neanderthal to an alternate universe when he was stopped by no other than Heart.

"Guys, come on" a voice interrupted them as everyone turned to watch Heart walking through the crowd towards him.

Liming's heart (organ) was at his throat, as he just stared. Heart was dressed in the same way he always had for the entire year, but after yesterday, every move he made, every step he took, Liming's heart couldn't stop racing. He knew what was under that white vest, shirt and long dark blue trousers. He had touched him, kissed him, held him so tight. And seeing him clothed and in public like this, was making his head hurt.

Heart paused in front of him, as the rest of his gang crowded around him. Liming's fingers curled up in a fist, wondering what Heart would do, now that they weren't in the privacy of a bedroom.

Please don't be a dick, Heart.

Yet, Heart didn't continue. He had a soft smile on his lips, but they never moved. He only stood there and stared as yesterday's memories crashed upon Liming's eyelids. Maybe Heart didn't know how to save him, how to approach that topic and Liming decided to take things to himself.

Liming wasn't a damsel in distress after all. He didn't want a knight in shining armor to come over, sweep him off his feet and save the day. He had a mouth on him, and he could talk. He could defend his own self.

"Yes guys, come on" Liming said, dragging his gaze away from Heart to address the rest of the crowd, "You don't want to keep talking to a murderer, do you? Wouldn't you rather not miss first period with Mrs. Anantika now, do you?"

Heart's minions just stared at him, head swiveling between Heart—who still didn't move his lips and Liming who's eyes were narrowed and was slowly inching towards Heart, as if he was about to attack him.

Little did they know.

Heart's smile was dropping slowly as Liming noted the way his eyes smoothly slid south—towards his lips. It was apparent for anyone that Heart wasn't humored, but only Liming could understand why. Maybe he indeed did have an effect on Heart as much as Heart did for him.