If She Hadn't Been Born

"I hate her, bro. I hate her so much," Michael said. The anger and hatred in his voice showed how much truth there was in his words. He detested her with every fibre of his being. 

Sticking his thumb inside the bandana tied around his head, Hunter took it off, and after untying the knot, he swung it in the air once to free it from the rectangular folding. He could still smell the faint fragrance of Hera's presence in her scarf. Using the soft piece of cloth, Hunter swept it over his face wiping the sweat. 

When Hunter turned his head to look at Michael, his best friend had his focus on the soccer field, absent-mindedly watching their friends and classmates playing soccer. The scene where Eric and Danny were playfully kicking each other made Michael smile. Stretching his legs in front of him, he leaned back, supporting his weight on his elbows. If the hard surface of the bleachers dug into his body, he didn't seem to mind.