"I can take it," he huffed with a puffed out chest and clenched fists on his hips. "You can come at me all you want, I can take it." His grin widens.
But They cannot take it. They cannot take how he pushes their buttons, They cannot take the condescending tone in his voice, They cannot take the belittling of every word They speak and how nothing seems to matter, how he makes Them feel like They do not matter.
They believed him for a while, becoming nihilistic and jaded, pushing away all of Their friends because it felt like nothing mattered, and there is nothing They regret more than to have believed him, and all the things he has said. They refuse to believe his poised words any longer, even if They become the villain in the rest of the world's eyes.
He already was Their anathema.
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PuisiEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
