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He sat at the bar. All he wanted was a drink in peace. The party further down the bar seemed to think otherwise. He sat as quietly as he could, silent, fading into the dim light. He didn't want to talk, he didn't feel jolly. He just wanted to drink his drink and sink into oblivion.
Wasn't happening. The drunkenness of others infringed on his ability to be alone. The crowd was getting bigger, more people were pushing against him, trying to get the attention of the bartender. He just wanted to be left alone. They paid him no mind. Soon, they were jostling him, spilling his drink.
It wasn't acceptable. Why couldn't people just leave him alone. All he wanted was to be left alone. Why couldn't everyone just understand that?
Sighing, he paid for the drink spilled now, never drunk. He walked quietly out the door, no complaints, no words. What had he become? Did he even exist anymore? If he disappeared, would anyone even notice?
He thought not as he walked off into the forming fog. Just another shadow in a world of shadows.