John fought the urge to rub his eyes, Gwin was staring at them pretty intensely. John was a little fearful the eye comment was on the horizon. Though they were one of his only "features". A darker blue than most peoples, with the slightest brightening at the edges. His nan had always said he had old eyes, the sort of eyes that were born ready for the world. He'd never been quite so sure, but with the endless candy offered had listened to her say it again and again.<br/>Gwin comment had been pretty sharp, so John decided to continue, his jovial nature slipping somewhat as the story reached its less than compelling climax.<br/><em>"Its hard to be soulmates with someone that's not real. Yeah, that's the truth of it, I fell for a made up girl. It would be funny if it wasn't so...so... well in any case I arrived at the station to discover an inflatable doll. It was clearly labelled, which was kind of whomever had gone to the effort to make me come all this way, and was surrounded by pictures of me. These pictures didn't really show my best side. I think I could have coped with that but then the camera flashes started and before I knew it I'd became the target of some real horrible taunts".</em><br/>He signed, he was too tired to cry, but replaying the story once more made his stomach tighten.<br/><em>"So, that was my day. I told you my day was remarkably awesome in its crappiness, so I hope that in someway makes you feel better, cause honestly it would be great if it was worth at least that".</em><br/>The smallest fragment of rage broke through, and John kicked his backpack. The force was not great, but upended the bag, causing rose petals to flow out across the floor.<br/><em>"Perfect, just perfect"</em>