Snippet #1326651

Finally away from Oliver, Demitri left the building and went outside for fresh air. He sat upone the steps, like he did during mornings. He saw the girl that had betrayed him in the corner of his eye, again. He wanted to hit something, kill even. But something inside him mellowed, and his rage for the girl subsided, as if it never existed. He gave a heaving sigh, he let the weight of his head rest on his crossed arms. He felt tired suddenly, even a bit of sadness in his eyes. Was must cope with emotions that he had blocked out from himself until now?
He remembered why he blocked them out because they hurt. And pain was one of the things that Demitri couldn't take, espesically when it had to do with his heart. He was weak running away from his emotions, the most human of human, which made his sick to his stomach. He hated it, he really, truely thought he was strong. He rolled with the punches that life had swung at him. He never shed a tear at his parent's funeral, but stood his ground. That's what he did best, right? Demitri crumpled up. He wanted councler man to be with him, or Oliver, despite his annoying questions, he could cheer him up. He even wanted his long dead parents to stand beside him, as he cried, letting pent up emotions spill out of his heart, now finally was opening to the world again.

(yep, he's a veerrryy emotional kid)