[ WP ] `` There are three things a wise man fears , a storm at sea , a moonless night , and the anger of a gentle man ''

No one had ever seen Jeffrey get angry before. 
 
 He was always so gentle, just reading a book or playing around on his D.S. He was quick to smile, if at the ground, and if you cared to listen, you would have found him to be quite quick with a joke. Everyone found him to be likable even if everyone only knew him as an acquaintance, rather than a friend. Jeffrey was OK with that though. He enjoyed the peace and quiet. The short, but meaningful conversations he had with other quiet minded people. His books and his games; they made him happy. 
 
 But then someone fucked up. 
 Someone, for no reason, ripped up his favorite book. SOMEONE threw his favorite book on the ground IN A PUDDLE, and LAUGHED while Jeffrey tried desperately to save the most important thing that he had ever known. 
 
 No one had ever seen Jeffrey get angry before. After that day, no one wanted to see Jeffrey get angry ever again.
