Alone

He had never known what it really meant to be alone. But this was it. Truly and utterly alone. No one cared anymore, he had burnt all his bridges, eschewed all company. And he found himself here. Utterly alone.
He could hear the voices through the door, the laughter, the chatter, they knew not he was outside, he hadn't even been invited. But he had garnered that there was an occasion. He knew if he walked in, all conversation would stop. Like a shot fired, everyone would freeze and turn towards the door. He wasn't supposed to be there, he hadn't invited and they knew it. And he knew why. He was diseased in the mind, something wrong with him. No one wanted to say it out loud, but their stares, the silence spoke volumes. He was adapt at resting the body language. He knew he had become a pariah. So many years he had been on top, guiding the future. But once he fail, he no longer existed. They had all prospered from his work, grown rich and fat. But it was all forgotten in a moment.
He turned and walked away. They were right, he was nothing. And like nothing, he disappeared into the night. He was alone, it was his destiny, he never deserved anything different. That was what was meant to be. He embraced it, threw it over his shoulders like a cloak.
It was what was meant to be