His chest was heaving--images of his old teachers and teammates telling him the same things flitted through his head, and he was sick and fucking tired of sitting down and shutting up and trying to be the bigger person.
It hurt. And no one seemed to understand how much, how deep it ran.
The fury that boiled through him felt like an accumulation of all of it, built up from every moment in his life he'd tried to push it away. And he lunged with a howl.
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His chest was heaving--images of his old teachers and teammates telling him the same things flitted through his head, and he was sick and fucking tired of sitting down and shutting up and trying to be the bigger person.
It hurt. And no one seemed to understand how much, how deep it ran.
The fury that boiled through him felt like an accumulation of all of it, built up from every moment in his life he'd tried to push it away. And he lunged with a howl.