Rebirth Plan to Save Leader [ONGOING]

RPSL Chapter 25

Sponsored Chapter by: Sara

    In the crowded bar, colorful, low-lighting lights darted across the dance floor, but beyond the dance floor was a dark, safe environment.

    Bass drums, loud music, wild dance moves, booze… Young men and women enjoy the night’s characteristic revelry and exuberance under the influence of alcohol.

    And in some dark corner, on the large leather card table, a pair of young people is embracing, people passing by have thrown them ambiguous eyes but seeing such scene can’t be called unusual either.

    Such forgetfulness and indulgence are not uncommon here, and there are many more than this.

    The youth’s chin rests on the top of the hair of the young girl in his arms, concealing the corners of his lips in the dim light with a smile that no one can see; his eyes seem to be slightly drunk.

    He hugged her tightly, feeling her warm and soft body, feeling her breath through the thin knitted shirt, spraying the skin of his chest one by one. Such an embrace relieved the inexplicable impatience in his heart.

    The rich smell of alcohol in the air seems to be absorbed by the body through the pores, and while he clearly has not touched a drop of alcohol, he feels drunk.

    This feeling is very strange.

    As a matter of fact, he grew up with an aversion to being touched by others.

    —Such as the group of children in the orphanage.

    When he first went to the orphanage, he was subjected to many touches. A group of children older than him heard from somewhere that he was “crazy” and since then had him as a target for teasing and entertainment. They used to catch earthworms and throw them into his collar, pour ink on his clothes, or sneakily burn his hair with a lighter.

    The calmer he was, the angrier the kids seemed to get.

    People are like that. They take the trouble to do something and always want to achieve the desired result, and all they want is to see him go crazy.

    Later, the rumors spread to the elementary school he attended, and the same thing continued to happen.

    Until one day, he put one of the boys into an abandoned toilet on the second floor of the school, and taped his lips to prevent him from calling for help.

    He shut him up all day.

    After that, curiosity and teasing turned into fear and dread, and everyone shied away from him, and no one came back to trouble him or touch him again.

    He used to think that human touch was as unpleasant as the earthworm that was put into his collar back then, but it changed completely after he met her.

    –It was like having a soft dream, lying atop a cloud and surrounded by it.

    The youth quietly held the young girl in his arms, smelling the fresh scent of her hair and counting his own increasingly rapid heartbeat.

    Four hundred and ninety-eight, four hundred and ninety-nine, five hundred… It’s time to wake up from this dream.