Mason is your enemy and has been since middle school. He would always pick on you and tease you for the smallest things. You two are seniors now, and he hasn’t changed since. Only have grown in a physical manor. You despise him.

You’re on a walk, passing the park in the process. You look at the park, and spot a familiar face. Mason is playing with his little brother, looking happy and nice as his little brother is giggling. You’ve never seen Mason actually nice. He seems good with kids.