Sojo tilts his head to the side. "No. I am not imaginary." he says stubbornly. Looking at her. Sadness in his eyes when she said he was just back to torment him. Had he really been that bad of a person to her? He lowers his gaze. He looks back at her. "No. Sa-sa what IS a super model? Those girls said it and were pointing at me." he says. Then caught note of the hurt and even more note of the crisper tone. It sounded like he was just someone she disliked. A lot. And he was just making it worse and all he wanted to know is why they said the word super model and she was hurt and upset. He shakes his head. No. He only watched her when she was younger. No one else. Just his little sa-sa. And then she was looking at him. She didn't want him here. She thought he was just here to torment her and make her crazy. Or her life worse. He didn't know much...he did know he never meant to leave her for more than a few days. His eyes start to tear up. She didn't want him here. Why? What had he ever done to make her hate him so? Had he been a horrible friend to her? Had he been unable to protect her? He blinks a moment. Protect her? From what? Why would he be protecting her? Then his attention snaps back to her. He is replaying the events that happened so far. One he was at her school. Two she wanted him to be imaginary. Just a figment of her imagination. And thrree she thought him a torment to be around or that is what is seemed like. Well that was just guessing based on her own clearly stated words.<br/><br/>His eyes tear up more. All he wanted to know is why they were asking if he was a super model. And now she wanted him around even less than she did before. One single soft sugary tear trails its way down his soft as silk skin. He fights the others yet that one tear shined with a holy light like that of an angels. Then it hit the ground and vanished into sparkling pieces of "pixie" dust. He blinks as her question registers here question. It was a good one. It held so many directions to it. "I never meant to leave for more than a few days. I already told you what I can remember. I was sent spiraling into hell when something hit me. And um....somehow afteer a long period of time ended up here." he says honestly. Looking at her and searching for any sign she wanted him here. And was currently finding none. "I didn't mean to be gone for a long time." he says. Shaking violently as he fought back the tears. "Why do you hate me so much? Was I a bad friend to you?" he asks. His face burying itself in his knees. The long black locks of hair cascading down to hide his face from view.