Benjamin stared at his centaur, the desire in his eyes slowly turning into hate. It was this centaur's fault. It was twisting his mind, just like they said. He needed to get rid of it.
This thing had ruined his life. He was at the bottom of the barrel now. The very bottom.
Once, he had been something close to the golden boy. Now, Lilly was hurt because of him, and his parents barely went anywhere with him anymore. Their reasons were genuine. They were trying to keep him safe.
But he knew the sad truth. He'd brought humiliation to the entire family. They loved him and paid the price for it.
Benjamin's teary eyes, burning with hate, reflected in the centaur's pitch-black eyes. It took three steps backward.
Right then, Benjamin remembered.
Guilt sprung up in his heart as memories flickered through his eyes. He remembered teaching the centaur how to play basketball; he recalled how they played, laughed, and talked about the differences between their worlds.
