A Cold Snap
3.

The bullies are like a sine wave. They grow bored with him when I don't respond to them and then they leave me alone for a bit. But then they get bored without their plaything and they come back to taunt.

I ignore them, just waiting for the time they leave again because I know they will.

They're a sine wave. Reliable. Coming and going. I can handle them so long as nothing changes. They can come and go.

Though, each time they come, they toss a few more proverbial coins into the hate jar.

Even if nothing will ever come of it.