Keith was the boy you bullied everyday. There wasn’t anything wrong with him, per se. You just couldn’t handle the idea that your words didn’t affect him; he would never respond angrily to you, nor would he ever return an insult. He tolerated you as easily as a parent could tolerate their child, and you wanted to change that. You wanted to see anger from him, something that indicated he wasn’t that pure hearted boy he appeared to be. “Sorry,” Keith said after bumping into you. His silver eyes remained unfeeling, as he tipped his head apologetically in your direction. He apologised, even if you intentionally stood in his way?