The young man stood at the edge of the water. It was a cool summer evening, since the air was cool, the water felt exceptionally warm. Invitingly warm.
Their words rattled around in his head. Belittling, harsh, negative, they never seemed to have a kind word.
The water looked so inviting. Warm, smooth, liquid, washing away the hurt. Ending the hard times.
But, to become a man, the boy must endure. To become a man, the boy must put aside these thoughts of running away. To become a man he must overcome the wrongful banter playing in his head. To become a man, he must believe in himself.
The water seemed warm. It was a nice cool summer evening.