Gemotions

The echo of the music filled the small, dimly lit room. Julian, sitting at the counter, stared into his empty glass. He knew the song before the singer had even opened their mouth. "Falling Stars," his song. Now it had a new life, a new arrangement, a new voice.

He'd worked on it, poured all his pain into it. He'd tried so hard, and now he was invisible. The performance was technically perfect, but hollow. He watched the crowd enjoying the song, not knowing, not caring.

He paid his bill and walked out, his steps slow and heavy. The night air was cold against his skin. The song followed him, a constant reminder of what he had lost.