He sits.
Alone, he sits.
His mind wanders.
His wandering mind moves over things so fast, evaluating and reevaluating so many different things.
Years ago he questioned himself, wondering if he were the one at fault.
Then, as the years went by, he realized he no longer needed to question himself.
He was fine.
He was not at fault.
He had cared.
He had tried.
He had been the one to be depended upon.
In actuality, those were his weaknesses.
Those weaknesses were his kryptonite.
For one that he felt so close to at one time, he realized, that was the one that enjoyed the hurting the most.
That was the one who did the hurting.
It became a game.
And just as the one doing the hurting believed that he was winning the game, the one being hurt realized he wasn't really being hurt, he was simply being used.
Used for entertainment.
Used for bragging rights.
Used as a game.
Used sadistically.
Being hurt by one whom he thought had loved him.
Being hurt by one whom he had tried so hard for so many years to protect.
And when this realization hit him and he recognized the truth for what it really was, no longer did there exist any hurt.
No longer did there exist an absence in the heart.
No longer were there any questions.
He saw the answers.
He saw the truth.
The hurt was no more.
Anger replaced the hurt.
Anger became his lead shield against the kryptonite.
He was no longer sad.
He was no longer hurt.
He was no longer confused.
He was no longer depressed.
He was, quite simply, fucking mad as hell!
Which caused him to smile.
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