Cillian was insufferable. He didn’t lead a particularly interesting life, quite the contrary in fact, he did nothing of impact at all. Yet somehow the people around him would visibly brighten when he walked into a room, like a switch had been flicked. It was Cillian, the young man with the frustratingly perfect features and that positivity inducing smile. It was sickening, it really was, the way he could make anybody fall at his feet with those happy eyes... and he didn’t even know he was doing it. He was the equivalent of a dozen puppies doused in icing sugar or a newborn baby in a room of fawning mothers, and just as oblivious to it all.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
29/04/2018
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