Ledeliones Kompakchi

Hi, my name is Ledeliones Kompakchi. My friends call me Leo because obviously my original name is way too edgy. I am 18 years old. Birthday, 30/Jan/2001. I'm really happy with my age because I don't have to lie about my age on sketchy websites for useless videos anymore.

This is my home. More like the apartment I'm living in because my college is far from the Kompakchi household. And I'm an adult now, so I can live on my own. The thought process my overprotective mother clearly doesn't share. Karmia, my sister, agrees with her for some reason even after telling me that I'm adopted countless times.

The apartment is on the 3rd floor of a 6 story building, owned by Garlish Grimastrus. It contains 3 rooms all having the same bland white coloured walls. Bedroom is where all the things are cramped. My clothes, study materials, and all the technical equipment. Like headphone, speaker, loudspeaker, earphones and whatever. They're all in the north-east corner of the room. Right beside the bed.

If you're wondering about my cell phone. It is always by my side while sleeping. On the window ledge. The crafty bastard who put the electric socket near the window deserves all the architectural medals in the world. As you might have figured out I have problems of insomnia…..no wait, I have mobile phone addiction and late night sleep syndrome(if that even exists) which ruined my life to the point of no return.

Whatever, we're getting distracted from the main point. So there is this wire pinned from the east wall to the west one where I put my clothes for drying. Yes living alone comes with the extra job of being a housewife for yourself. So I never recommend any of my friends to live alone.

To the south of the west wall is the door to enter the kitchen. The kitchen has kitchen utensils which don't need any details. Of course I barely use any of these to make food because the owner of the Masterfeast restaurant treats me like his own child. As to say gives me a 20% discount. The reasons are something we have to ignore because the word count is gonna go through the roof for this chapter if we don't. I do not promise any backstory regarding this so keep your hopes down.

The third room is obviously the most unholiest place which we won't talk about.

The bedroom has a dustbin on the north-west corner too, near the entry and exit door to the apartment. I keep myself clean. Don't mistake that part.

Let's talk about what I do with this apartment. So as I told in previous chapter: I wake up and turn the alarm right after it, then wash my weary face in the kitchen basin. After that I brush my teeth and wash my face again. Then I go to the unholy place and do some disgusting things. I cannot go there before I clean the innards of my mouth.

As you've seen I really like to stay clean. So I take too much time showering. For like half an hour. Yet my friends say I stink. I can never understand what to do with this without using any deodrant. Because I clearly don't have money for that. (Totally not that I always forget to buy one everytime I go shopping)

The shower is taken after 1 hour of mobile phone usage. I hate the fact that I could use this time to study instead of using phone. But I'm incapable of that conviction. I'm so useless that I go back to using phone for another hour before getting ready to go to college.

I take every textbook to college because I'm so done with all the swapping books and shit. Although it does get heavy, I'm able to manage it with my brute strength and great cycling skills, which I use to go to my friends hostel before going to college. Marglest and Coriastor are the only ones important living there though. I occasionally talk to Girlami and Thorinfar sometimes. But I don't care about them. Marg and Cory are all I need. Although I don't know what their surnames are cause I never asked, yet they know mine. Which is weird. I guess I should ask them sometime soon. But I know that I'll forget about it again.

We talk for a bit before going to the college together on foot after I put my cycle in the care of the hostel. The college is big. As colleges should be. But this particular college's height is something of a beauty in itself. The way it is shaped is indescribably beautiful. From the statue of the founder to the fountain of water, it was pure natural beauty.

However no matter how gorgeous the outside is, the toxic society on the inside overshadows it. The environment of teachers never caring about the students, students not caring about the teachers or the classes time table. Everything going in a lawless uncaring way makes me reminisce about those school days where everyone were so much closer to each other.

Now it's like each of them live in an entirely different world than me. For which I could never really feel that any of my friends are actual friends I care for. Maybe I did for Marg and Cory but even they seemed distant. Maybe there is the fact that I barely ever reach out to someone. All the time it is the others who try to befriend me. I take pity on them for trying to put up a facade where they clearly do not want to deal with someone like me. Yet they do because it is the right thing in their mind.

It's not like I can't talk to a stranger and befriend them. But the problem is that no one seems like a person I would want to be friends with. Maybe except one.

If I had to describe Larzia Goranson in one word. It would be Divine. Her elegant way of walking, wearing those beautiful blood red sandals. Deep blue heavenly eyes divided by the slender nose. The short curve around her nostrils opening the path for oxygen which has the heavenly privilege of sustaining her delicate life.

God shall be proud to have created her long silky raven black hair hanging as low as her elegantly curved waist. Her eyebrows protecting her gentle eyes. The curves on her cheeks while she smiles with her gorgeous thin lips with classy red lipstick which look like it was made only for her. Her curvy jaw, slender body, soft hands, gently curved ears, beautiful looking breasts where the button of our uniform is holding the clothes together. Her gorgeous legs keeping her delicate body in balance.

All of it makes me want to keep falling in love with her again and again. And then getting heartbroken by looking at the most despicable person on earth who has the privilege of touching that delicate body of hers with his dirty hands. Holding that soft hand without any precautions. Kissing those…...I'm sorry I can't take it anymore. I need a break. I hope you understand.