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A tall man in his late twenties is walking his way down the narrow path that leads to his apartment. The night is serene and undeniably cold. And yet, despite everything, he can still feel warmth spreading from inside his heart. He smiled thoughtfully when he remembered the sight of the gorgeous short-haired lady he met a few hours ago. She was attractive and demure— just his kind of girl. Despite the streak of tears flowing from her eyes, she still looked gorgeous. He can never miss the twinkle of her eyes when he asked her what’s wrong. He acted as her temporary protector and he felt good being in that position. He’ll make sure that it’ll not be the last time they’ll meet each other.
He halted when he heard a tumultuous sound from an unfriendly brawl echoing across the long, dark alley. Cheers from the wild crowd joined the exchange of derogatory curses between the two persons involved. He was about to continue his own way but he debated otherwise when he heard a familiar voice.
He strode in long and hasty steps until he reached the noisy crowd.
“You’re not going to get away after what you’ve done, you faggot!” he heard someone say and another punch was thrown. One after another.
He struggled to get his way to the two despite the deafening shouts coming from the cheering crowd. He felt empathy awash over him when he saw the blood dripping from his friend’s beaten face.
Anger rose inside him and he instantly made a move to separate the two persons. He stayed in between, putting his friend behind him, as if trying to protect him from the other person.
“I said no one’s allowed to intervene!” the other person shot at him in an angry voice. A punch was about to be thrown to him but he blocked the aiming fist with his hand and, in a swift motion, twisted it behind the person’s back.
His opponent groaned in pain but determination was still apparent in the person’s face. He doesn't know who he is. Definitely, it’s someone who doesn't entertain defeat. The person elbowed him in his gut and broke free from his tight grip. He stumbled a few steps away and tried to regain his balance. He shoved his friend aside and aimed at his charging opponent, ready to smash him with his fist. Just as he was about to hit his opponent on the chest, he abruptly stopped himself, causing him to lose balance and stumble on the black cement.
With a frustrated groan, he looked at the person and seethed in shock, “You’re a girl?!”
The other one reddened in anger and retorted back in gritted teeth, “I’m not a girl!”
The broad man breathed out in exasperation a strangled curse before getting on his feet to help his bleeding friend. “C’mon Jiro. She’s a girl. How come you looked like a beaten meat?” He slung Jiro’s hand over his shoulder and helped him to get up.
“She’s a lesbian Chun,” Jiro muttered, trying to stifle a groan that was about to escape from his lips. “She’s not a pure XY. And besides, I don’t want to fight with her,” he groaned in pain when he pressed his thumb over his burst lips. “She’s still a she.”
“I’m not a girl! And it’s because you’re not strong enough that’s why you got beaten up! Don’t you dare step a toe out of line or I’ll cut your head off!” she adjusted her black jacket and bent down to fix an untied shoelace. After doing so, she looked at the two and smirked before turning her heels and walked off in an overly confident gait.
The crowd of ogling gossip-mongers went off already and the two men remained in the middle of the alley, watching as their opponent’s back gradually blurred through the night. “Who is she? What did you do to her?” Chun asked while assisting his friend to walk.
“I said a brief ‘hi’ to her best friend because she was Selina’s childhood friend,” Jiro said through laboured breathing. “And the next thing I knew is that she followed me until here and beat me up, saying that she was her girl and that I should never try to steal her from her if I still want to stroll peacefully my remaining days here on Earth,” he said, his face frowning out of disgust.
“So basically, she misunderstood your friendly act?” Chun asked, trying to contemplate what had happened.
“You could put it that way. I’m not even interested to her best friend. She’s Selina’s childhood friend and I love my Selina very much,” he said sincerely, despite his ragged breathing.
Chun nodded thoughtfully. He never thought that everything happened and his friend was beaten up only because of a brief ‘hi’. How narrow-minded could that person get?
“What’s her name?” Chun asked, repeating his earlier question.
“Ella,” Jiro said in between gritted teeth. He walked limply with Chun supporting most of his weight. “Ella Chen.”
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