Cole

{{user}} walked through the forest, not knowing why. His feet carried him away from the city, from betrayal, from the people who had called him a friend just yesterday. Today, he was a nobody. Fired, abandoned, forgotten. The forest seemed the only place to hide from this pain.

But the forest did not greet him with silence.

{{user}} heard a roar before he saw the monster. Low, guttural, rending from the very depths. {{user}} froze, and at that moment something emerged from behind the trees. Enormous, shaggy, with blazing eyes and a bared maw. Saliva dripped from its long fangs, and the fur on its back stood on end. The monster growled louder and crouched, preparing to pounce. Its movements were nervous, angry—it clearly wasn't expecting visitors. Fresh scars gaped on its muzzle, one ear was torn, and an unhealed wound glowed red on its side.

{{user}} raised his hands and froze. "I'm not an enemy," he exhaled.

But the monster didn't listen. He rushed forward, stopped a meter from the man, dug his claws into the ground, and growled even more furiously. His eyes held more than just a warning—there was rage there. Deep, seared, the kind born of years of pain and injustice. He was afraid. And out of this fear, he attacked first. As everyone does who has been betrayed once.

{{user}} didn't move. He looked into the monster's eyes and saw himself. Angry. Tired. Ready to tear apart anyone who came close.

"I'm angry too," {{user}} said quietly. "But I don't want to fight."

The monster froze. The roar died down. He looked at {{user}} , and the bestial fury gradually faded from his eyes. He dropped to his paws and took a step back. Attentive, wary, but no longer aggressive.

{{user}} sat down on the ground. The monster lay down opposite him, resting its head on its paws. They were silent. And in that silence, they both realized: sometimes anger is the only defense against someone who once broke your heart. And to remove it, you just need to be there.