The rain poured down fiercely as John ran to the train, it was the only blessing of the day as it prevented the people he passed seeing his tears.
Slumping down in the first empty chair in the carriage it took ever fiber of his being from stopping him exploding, the scene just kept playing out in his head. No matter how tightly he closed his eyes it wouldn't stop.
To think the day had started out with so much promise, for Abby was waiting to meet him. That distant girl who by chance he'd met on Friendface.
He had spoken with her online for hours, she'd "lol'd" at everything he said, made him feel better when the days were hard and made him excited in ways he hadn't ever been.
You should have known then John, no one finds you that funny.
The though hit him hard, but it was true. He'd always been the other guy, the guy that people spoke to before the really funny people showed up, the guy that had the "great personality" or had "nice eyes".
How bad is it when girls see you and all the can compliment you on is eyes and something that barely shows at all.
His best friend never had this issue, if John was the other guy then Mike was the man. He didn't even have to try.
I can't hate my best friend just because I suck...
More times than he could count girls, girls that he really liked had became his friend just to know more about Mike.
Abby was going to change all that. Her pictures had looked amazing, and the things she's said they would do together made his head spin. Even when her webcam was broken John had done the things she wanted, so sure that it was all building to something incredible.
So, for a 5 hour train journey costing near a hundred pounds to end with him finding an inflatable doll taped to a post with the name "Abby" in marker on its head was too much. The picture of his semi naked body that had been printed on mass and strewn on the floor around it did little to help the surreality of the situation, but even with all that he could of held it together. Until the laughter started.
A group across the street began to howl at him like a pack of animals, flashes of camera phones and cries of "Saddo" and "Loser" cut through his soul. At 23 he shouldn't of had to run, but what else could he do.
The train lurched into motion, the sounds of people talking a few seats away broke John's reverie.
They were a couple, laughing and kissing, snuggling together. The raining day suddenly erupted into a storm, the rolling thunder in the sky making the pair pull each other closer.
Sometimes it feels like the world just hates me
John took a deep sigh. When he finally got home his friends would ask what happened, and why he was coming home again so quickly, what had happened to his and Abby's weekend plans he'd struggled to not mention in every other breath. Those were not going to be fun conversations, and they would be all the worse if the pictures they had got posted on Friendface before he got home.
Staring out, he caught his own reflection in the window.
I'm not ugly am I ? I work out, I keep clean... what did I do to deserve this?
A bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating everything in a bright white hue.
The train began to slow, coming to a halt at a small countryside station.
The couple headed to the door, so tightly interwoven they looked bound together.
As they stepped out another figure entered the carriage.