The Aggressor

My name is Tate. It’s just that he doesn’t address me like that. He doesn’t even call me by any sweet nickname. No. He barely talks to me at all. Yet he still won’t leave me alone. Once we were best friends, and then he made it his goal to destroy me. I became an object of gossip, bullying, and crude jokes. Over time, it only got worse, so I had to leave. But I’m tired of hiding. Maybe he hasn’t changed, but I’m different now. And this time I will fight back.