Adrien was sitting alone on the bench, his empty eyes staring at the sunset. That magnificent view used to stir his heart, but now, the setting sun felt like the love and attention that slowly but surely slip away through his fingers.
"One mistake. Just one!" he whispered. "That's all it took for them to turn their backs on me. That's all it took for them to forget about all the joy that I've brought into their life. That's all it took for them to mock me, judge me, hate me." He let out a big sigh. "I suppose it's true what they say. Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate." He chuckled. "Who was it that said that again? Elvis? No, Dickinson? Ah, it doesn't matter." He shifted his body and lay down on the bench. He put his right arm over his eyes. "None of that matters now. I'm finished. Done. Dead to the world."
