she knew it was going to be her day so she put on her favorite tunic of all time. it was the color of purple, the brightest piece of clothing she owned. though for a brief moment she hesitated and thought the tunic was rather too much, her defense that said it was the holy month where people are in such festive mood to forgive bright colors won. so, what the hell, she thought. she then had the time of her life. until he showed up and sucked all of the brightness. he loathed the tunic. hated it. he thought she looked hideous in it. then her world got so dark, just in the blink of an eye. he called her an eyesore.