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He closed the door, put the bags on the floor, and took in the living room scene. He was alone again, and confirmed this by letting out a gasp of total defeat. He walked into the kitchen, and once again was defeated by loneliness. His feet dragged behind him as he walked towards the couch, dropping himself into its warm comfort and immediately began to mope.
Tears, sympathy, sadness
Tired, his eyes focued tenderly towards the reminders. They focused on Dinner with the family, they focused on decisions made regarding the two of them, they focused on long talks that ended in sex, they focused on how completely of an empty life he led. It was their life. Not his.
The pain and suffering of something that was never meant to last. Of an idea that lasted too long to actually turn into memory.