Braveheart growled. "Why do you keep denying me? You treat me like s____; it's no wonder Eagleswoop doesn't love you!" he spat.
Riftsight laid her ears back and tears stung her eyes. "How dare you treat me like this?! For saying you love me so much, you sure don't talk to me like it!" she snarled, claws itching dangerously to strike him.
"Well, I'm sure I'm not wrong. Last I checked, you're still his second best." said Braveheart.
She lashed her tail, and with a swift motion, swiped his cheek just under his eye, forcing a wail out of him. "Even if I was tempted to want you before, you've now ensured that I will NEVER love you!" As she turned away, her ice blue and golden yellow eyes glowed. "I hope you die alone, Brave."
// A dramatized version of a conversation I had with a friend of mine, who has "loved" me since he met me, but I haven't ever liked. He told me that it's "no wonder" I'm not loved by the guy I've been smitten with for the last three-and-a-half years, and that I'm still "his second best", which is something I have said hurt me before. I just went camping with him over the weekend, and he brought it up again. He's lucky I'm not truly a violent person, because I came so close to throat punching him for that.