Gemotions

The restaurant was buzzing with the Saturday night crowd, the air thick with the smell of garlic and conversation. He sat alone at a table for two, the empty chair across from him a glaring symbol of his current state. He avoided looking around, the happy couples and boisterous groups a painful reminder of what he lacked. He had come here with her, to celebrate the end of their studies. They had discussed this job together, in detail.

The waiter brought his food, but he barely touched it. The taste was bland, the experience joyless. The silence in the restaurant, despite the noise, felt profound. The shared dream of career success had fractured their friendship. He looked down at his watch, counting the minutes until he could leave. He was ready for the comfort of his own quiet space.

He paid the bill and left, stepping out into the cold night air. The city lights seemed to mock his solitude.