I've heard a story of a lonely being who did not trust their own. A creature who feared those who were of the same ilk. Such a fear that could not be squashed through friends or birthdays or pleasantries. A fear that would rest on in the back of their mind, a feeling of dread, shame and a wish for peace a part from the quarrels of adolescence. A wish to not feel as though they were under microscope the entire time because they did not want or relate to their 'friends'. A two sided coin, however, it came to be as this creature knew on the other side there were those that had left them behind who were the opposite. Those who fought with fists instead of words and played capture the flag instead of trapping them in a endless cycle of secrets and uncomfortable conversations. This creature longed for a day when they would brace enough to ask to be a part of that other side, but knew also that they would be rejected. It was nothing to do with wanting to invade or infiltrate but only to feel a peace in their heart knowing that these others...these long forgotten strangers were akin to brothers and friends than whatever others imagined. Such a wish that never came true because these paths divided and never met again. So the creature grew up to cling to any sense of belonging they felt even when they knew that it was surface and meant little when it would not last. Was it better to be a lone or lonely? That was question they never answered.