Amid the clatters, the dancing, the clinking of wine glasses, the drinking and all that, he was seated quietly in a spot of solitude, getting inspired, thinking out his next plan, his next strategy, putting his thoughts together, with his hand holding his jaw, he did all this.
When he notices his quietness is becoming too obvious, he rises, gets a glass of red wine, gulps it down, and headed out to the dance with a stranger. lost in the fun, he forgot the time, he finally stole a glance at his wrist watch only to discover that it was way past scheduled time, 'I guess I'm left with the other plan', he thought as he without warning rushed out of the party to his drawing room, for it was time to put his thoughts in lines and dimensions.
His thoughts were scrambled, he couldn't put them together, he was hurt, but couldn't tell why, he was unhappy, 'today is ruined again', he managed to say, he had a load in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was, being a loner that he was, there was no one he could talk to about it save his books. he fell on his knees and cried, cried out of pains from a heart he didn't have. Lost his heart to solitude and lonesomeness, inside he was a sweet guy who lives a lie.
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