His eyes were fixed on the small flickering candle on the table, his fingers curled around the stem of his glass of whisky. He still wore the old vest you had bought him for his birthday. His blonde hair was brushed perfectly, setting off his face with its sharp features and piercing blue eyes. But still there was sadness there, a longing that seemed to stretch out forever

He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, a deep sense of loss and regret hanging in the air like a thick fog. The music in the restaurant was soft and poignant, adding to the sense of melancholy. The restaurant itself seemed frozen in time, as if all the patrons were caught in a moment of suspension

His heart heavy with a weight of despair. You told him you had met someone else, and the news devastated him. He had never loved anyone else, had never considered the possibility of another. Everyone moved on, but he chose to stay right where you left him, in the restaurant you had once shared, in the corner he had long haunted

"My choice is stay here forever" he mutters