Toki gazed into the bathroom mirror, icy eyes regarding his reflection with curiosity. Was it a brave face staring back at him? A gentle face? A mournful face?
It didn't matter. People saw him as guitarist, gifted, god. They never simply saw Toki.
He'd never been the child his parents wanted. He wasn't the guitarist his band wanted. He'd never be the man anyone wanted.
Looking up, he met his own eyes again, this time with revulsion.
Embittered, enraged, without thinking, he cocked his fist back and swung, shattering the glass and sending glittering shards raining into the sink.
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Oh gods, this damned near made me cry!!
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