Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25936606-20150319025237/@comment-25936606-20150319061056

He flinched as she moved to hit him, but he wasn't afraid. As a professional in the art of bullying, he'd been struck before, yet the pain was only physical, and he didn't really care. But she hesitated, and he barely glimpsed a glimmer near her eye before she dived into the pond. The water splashed on his clothes, and he instinctively stood and moved away to keep from being drenched. The waves faded as his smile had, but he forced his head to stay high. He wasn't allowed to be swayed by one who couldn't take the truth. It wasn't his fault if she was so sensitive, anyway. And he had already determined her insignificant. Destiny, he reminded himself. ''This is what I am. And if she can't handle it, then she should have just left me alone.'' He straightened his wet clothes, then went to change into something dry.