dane_valek

A stranger walked in today, and no one seemed to know who he was. This stranger knew these people and had connections to them, knew bits of their past and was all but sure of their futures. Still, none of these people recognized him as being there, and he felt vindicated. Somehow, his absence had made him far too distant and real. One would see this in a movie of his life and feel nothing but disgust for these people. Shivers crawled up his spine as he gathered his things and left just as simply as he came. It was only known to him that he would be coming back never again. The festivities were over, and his obligations were complete. He lied to them, saying he would see them later. He smirked as he left, left alone for the last time.