Re: The Problems of Three Little People
Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 3:33 am
While he heard Louisa's apology, Maxim did his best to shun it away from him. He couldn't accept her apology and let her get the upper hand. She was the one who was in the wrong here. She was the one who encouraged him to leave and hurt his friends. His only friends for a long time. They had been together since they were little kids and the fact that they left him made him feel terrible. He was influenced to do wrong by Louisa and Tori. That had to be true.
One of the things Maxim had to give Louisa credit for was her power with words. Her words always had some knowledge behind them and they were able to make even Maxim quiet as he took in what she had to say. She did have a point. Maxim never liked the fact that his friends were racist. How could he like that about them? They said they were being patriotic, but for some reason, he always felt that the excuse was pathetic.
No. He couldn't let himself fall into her trap. She knew her words had power over him and she could easily sway his judgement. All he had to do was think that it was her fault. It was her fault. Just ignore her. Maxim turned his head away from her in an attempt to block out her words, the words that penetrated his soul. It was times like these that he hated those words. He wanted her to be scapegoat, just so he would have someone to blame.
With every word she spoke though, Maxim found himself agreeing with her, not that he wanted to admit that. For once, he wanted Louisa to be wrong and him to be right. But no, that wasn't how things were turning out. Louisa was smarter than he was. She was the voice of reason, but today, Maxim didn't want to accept reason. He wanted to be friends with Brian and everyone else. He was so confused, the feelings and attachment for both groups consuming him and fighting against each other inside him, leaving a emotionally exhausted and stressed out Maxim.
"Louisa... I'm so confused. Why did they just leave me like that? What about all those memories we had together? The times spent together where we laughed and made jokes? They just threw it all away. How could they do that?" Maxim asked Louisa through tears, unable to stay angry at his friend. Louisa was his friend, one of his only friends now. Louisa and Tori were the ones that stuck with him, not Brian and his friends. Maybe Louisa had a point. He turned back to Louisa.
"You know, even though I want to be angry at you, I can't. You always were the smart one in the group." Maxim said in between his tears, trying his best to smile and chuckled a little after he had finished speaking. She was good at being emotional support. The most level headed of the three, she had this power which always took Maxim by surprise. It was one of her hidden quirks that made Maxim just like her as a close friend.
"Though I really don't want to admit it, you have a point. Geez, your words are always so powerful. It's really annoying." Maxim remarked as he was progressively getting happier the more time he spent with Louisa. He couldn't help it. Maxim just liked being around his friends and just their presence alone was enough to make him feel loved. It was why he took losing all of his old friends so badly. He really treasured their friendship, but he never realized how fragile it was. Maybe he needed to take better care of it.
One of the things Maxim had to give Louisa credit for was her power with words. Her words always had some knowledge behind them and they were able to make even Maxim quiet as he took in what she had to say. She did have a point. Maxim never liked the fact that his friends were racist. How could he like that about them? They said they were being patriotic, but for some reason, he always felt that the excuse was pathetic.
No. He couldn't let himself fall into her trap. She knew her words had power over him and she could easily sway his judgement. All he had to do was think that it was her fault. It was her fault. Just ignore her. Maxim turned his head away from her in an attempt to block out her words, the words that penetrated his soul. It was times like these that he hated those words. He wanted her to be scapegoat, just so he would have someone to blame.
With every word she spoke though, Maxim found himself agreeing with her, not that he wanted to admit that. For once, he wanted Louisa to be wrong and him to be right. But no, that wasn't how things were turning out. Louisa was smarter than he was. She was the voice of reason, but today, Maxim didn't want to accept reason. He wanted to be friends with Brian and everyone else. He was so confused, the feelings and attachment for both groups consuming him and fighting against each other inside him, leaving a emotionally exhausted and stressed out Maxim.
"Louisa... I'm so confused. Why did they just leave me like that? What about all those memories we had together? The times spent together where we laughed and made jokes? They just threw it all away. How could they do that?" Maxim asked Louisa through tears, unable to stay angry at his friend. Louisa was his friend, one of his only friends now. Louisa and Tori were the ones that stuck with him, not Brian and his friends. Maybe Louisa had a point. He turned back to Louisa.
"You know, even though I want to be angry at you, I can't. You always were the smart one in the group." Maxim said in between his tears, trying his best to smile and chuckled a little after he had finished speaking. She was good at being emotional support. The most level headed of the three, she had this power which always took Maxim by surprise. It was one of her hidden quirks that made Maxim just like her as a close friend.
"Though I really don't want to admit it, you have a point. Geez, your words are always so powerful. It's really annoying." Maxim remarked as he was progressively getting happier the more time he spent with Louisa. He couldn't help it. Maxim just liked being around his friends and just their presence alone was enough to make him feel loved. It was why he took losing all of his old friends so badly. He really treasured their friendship, but he never realized how fragile it was. Maybe he needed to take better care of it.