He had his brim lowered over his eyes
He pushed through a crowd
Avoiding eye contact
Making no connections
Unable to avoid human contact
A thought that made him cringe
Occasionally looking up
But mostly at the ground
At the pavement before him
A sea of feet coming towards him
A crowd amassing around him
Trying to consume him
Continuing to push through them
Suddenly the tide of feet recede
The bumping of bodies stops
He looks up to find himself alone
Staring back at an empty street
Searching for anyone
A single soul
He lifts his cap for a better look
No noise, no people, not a soul
Was this how it was to be alone
From wishing it
To living it
What a very different feeling
How quickly a desire turns into a nightmare
He begins walking back up the street
Looking in all directions
No one is there
He starts running from corner to corner
Looking down streets
But no one is there
All alone, just like he always wanted
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