CHAPTER TWO: RECONCILIATION
I was at the lake's shore, sitting on a huge rock. I still felt upset with the remark Vince just gave me.
I am a difficult person, I know! It is just that I have a hard time in trusting other people. I hate betrayal and I don't want it to happen again. I hugged my knees close to me and I rested my huge forehead on them. I wanted to forget about Rip and cry. When tears were starting to form in my eyes, I sensed Vince approaching.
The son of Apollo stood before me, and scratched his messy dark brown hair. His infant guilty look made it evident that he was going to apologize; and it looked like he was very unwilling to do so.
I turned my back towards him, and wiped the insignificant tears off my eyes. "What now?" I asked, hoarsely.
"Well, see what i mean?" he hesitated. "The truth can hurt sometimes!"
I sighed. He is so childish. "In case you have no idea, I come up with all the strategies in a quest." I explained. "I don't trust people easily, but Rip still kept bugging me with his persuasions. So don't tell me that I'm useless and that was the reason why he became a traitor. Besides, you don't even know what really happened. Even if I try to explain it to you, you're just going to find a way to make me feel bad."
He became quiet for a while, feeling slightly remorseful. He then fixed his eyes towards mine and said, "Well, if you haven't insulted my music then none of this would've happened."
I said nothing.
"Come on," he pleaded. "Just like you, I got really hurt. I want to be the best musician there ever was. You had to crush me with the cold truth. Sure it's ok to tell the truth, but the way you conveyed it was mean."
"Well, you do realize you're going to have to deal harsh critiques if you want to be a great musician." I pointed out.
He gasped, and returned to his infant guilty face. He knew that I was right, and didn't know what else to say to me. Finally, he looked at me again with a much more sincere expression and said the words that sort of helped me feel better. "Well, I am sorry for going overboard." he apologized. "But you do have to do a little attitude adjustment."
I looked at the lake and a small smile emerged from my mouth. "Hnn. I guess you're right." I muttered. "Sorry, too. But I'm not kidding about the criticism. At least try to accept it."
He slowly nodded. Just when everything started to become weird and awkward, the signal for lunch came. We exchanged looks, but I immediately turned away and headed for the picnic area.