Cowards.
That's all they were.
Too scared to face him, too scared to deny him, too scared to hold their hands out to him.
Was his sorry face that frightening?
Was the sand around him too intimidating?
Or were they just too scared?
They were only brave enough to mock him, to ignore him- to shoot cold glances towards him.
They were despicable- not worth his attention; but he knew they didn't want it.
A coward.
That's all he was.
Too scared to try again, too scared to love again, too scared to reach out for their arms again.
Was their coldness that frightening?
Was the surrounding animosity too intimidating?
Or was he just too scared?
He was only brave enough to despise them, to torment them- to see them suffer through what he always did.
He was despicable- but he still wished he's worth their attention.