Childish wounds

“You are not hiding quite well. Seems you want someone to find you.”

He was startled at first then his face got angry and serious again. He looked back at the kids that were playing and laughing some hundred meters away and didn’t answer.

“Why don’t you go play with your friends?”

“They are not my friends anymore.”

“Then why do you stay here watching them every day?”

“I don’t know”, he murmured and got even grimmer. He knew, all right.

“Maybe you should talk to them about this.”

“Why? Would it make me feel better if they knew how much they’ve hurt me?”