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Checkmate

He looked at me sharply with eyes that pierced my heart. He was my guardian, my caretaker and my friend. I had known him since I can remember, so naturally he replaced my parents when then died. We played chess every week on Sunday, because we simply had nothing better to do. He was an atheist and I was an agnostic so we tended to get along when it came to religious bias. When he made his move, he spoke.
"There is so much hate in your eyes."
I quickly moved my rook and then replied to his absurd, yet slightly true remark.
"I could say the same about you."
He laughed before making his statement.
"You could, but then you would be lying."
He moved his knight and removed my queen from the board. The elder looked at me and spoke again, referencing his previous statement.
"You should really isolate that hate. Hate is not good for the soul."
"Neither is denial" I replied, moving my bishop across the board.
"Will you ever abandon your hate towards the world?"
It was now my turn to laugh at his remark as he moved his rook.
"Never."
I skimmed the board quickly and lined up my knight with his only pawn.
"And why is that?"
He moved his knight and I smiled.
"If I abandon hate, there will be nothing left of me."
I moved my knight into view. He shook his head and stood up. He knew what I was about to say.
Checkmate.

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