One boy, two boys, somewhat a feud.
One who used to believe that the other is a jerk, a jerkquad, a bully. He used to believe it for the longest time. One could have easily sorted things out if he could have just seen the good in him.
Quite obviously, he did not. All they would usually do is squawk at each other like bald eagles. Pick fights with one another like five year old kindergarteners. One unusual time where he went with the flow, as if he was okay with it.
As all of this is written, it is most likely or less likely that other people that read this will start to have similar stuff like this happen to them.
In lunch, a foot fight. In art class, A paintbrush flung in the air. And ironically, a sudden quiet breakdown. The other kid ironically yells out, "You weren't there for me."
The other kid just quietly sobs on stage after they finish lunch. It was oh, so sudden for them.
Decades later, a word spread that the other kid was suspended and transfered to another school. Fast forward, the first kid is now older, sometimes on his own in his room.
After they blamed the other kid for so long, he soon listens to two online presentations explaining stories of othet people's tragic experiences. The other one being a narration of a book online.
The realization quickly flashes in his mind, what he was actually doing, what was actually on his mind. The fact that the kid that he viewed as a jerk, seemed to be more deeper then that. More innocent then just sour.
He did now know whether he should forgive him, or continue to paint the bad image upon them.
Of course there was one thing that he did. He moved on. Of course, by the second the reader finishes this, they might think that all of this is just simply all over the place, a tiny piece of emotional, personal vomit. But that shouldn't matter what they think. It is their personal opinion, after all.