(Found this beautiful poem online, which inspired me to write this one shot. But I'm sorry I can't credit this because I don't know penned this.)
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Mingkwan Daechapanya was a tall boy even at the age of thirteen. He's always had a soft spot for broken things. He liked fixing them and making things better. It's a habit since he was a small kid.
But the small boy curled up against the tall margosa tree at the edge of the school playground looked anything but broken. As a matter of fact, with his long auburn strands falling into the slanted cat-like eyes, translucent skin flushed from the late afternoon sun, he looked absolutely perfect.
"You could have killed me with that," The boy extended his hand and gestured at the soccer ball lying next to him. Ming wanted to contradict him by saying that it's very unlikely that a normal soccer ball could cause any death. Instead, he walked closer and picked the ball up.
"I'm sorry," He tucked the ball under his arm. "I kicked too hard. But I didn't think anyone would be sitting here."
It's true. The boy had chosen a perfect hiding place. Under the margosa tree, among tall blades of grass and sprouts of wildflowers he had created himself a cozy nest.
"I always sit here and read," The boy dropped his gaze back to the open book on his lap, letting Ming know that the conversation had already come to an end. But Ming wouldn't have it that way. The boy with long auburn hair and pale limbs had already caught his attention.
"I'm Ming," Ming sat next to the boy without any invitation.
The boy lifted his eyes with barely concealed irritation. But the other boy didn't seem to care.
"I know who you are." Auburn headed boy closed the book with a sigh. "Don't you have a game to go back?" He asked tilting his head towards the playground. But as he was speaking, the boys who were playing had already started thinning out, since it's time to go home.
