Xavier walked his way back from the human world, a bag of liquor in his hand. He was angry at Zillon and his friends, but mostly at himself. He should've held his cool, should've pretended to be okay... shouldn't have let them rile him up.
Damn, he was a fool, the fact that they could get to him with those words only proved that he wasn't over the past...he was still living in the pain, still basking in the fact that back then he really had been unwanted...
How cruel...
Gripping the bag tighter, he walked off into the forest, taking shortcuts until he stood by the borders of his pack. Before stepping into the human world, he had sat at the foot of the same tree he now stood in front of for hours, thinking the very same thing he was thinking now...
And that was...that was...well he was
