Beyond Goodbye: No Us Anymore
Loneliness clung to him, following him through every morning and every night.
Perhaps this was fate's harshest and most fitting punishment.
He went to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey, but he didn't drink it. He went back to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the vast cityscape below.
A sea of lights stretched to the horizon, yet not a single one was meant for him.
He slowly raised his glass, facing his own blurred reflection in the glass, and the distant, solitary moon beyond it.
In a voice so soft it was nearly inaudible, he said, "Congratulations, Eleanor."