A Night When Daydreams End

Night wind blew on his face the time he walked out of the mall. It was minutes past 10 P.M, and he was sleepy and tired and simply wish to escape the tempatations of things he had just done.
He played pools again that night. He had never liked playing pools, he simply had never had a feeling for that game.
But he decided to play that night. His friends were playing, and that's what he needed: friends. With his 2 weeks away from office, things seemed to change so much. What he called friends before seemed had grown distanced from him, especially comittee.
He had never understood why they seemed to ignore him on their next plans. He was the one who gathered them first, he was the uniter, the pioneer, the one they hoped for.
Then he was discarded, just like that because he left them in the end because of his duties. Deep inside, the fact left him a scar.
Scars had been carved inside him since he joint the company.
That night, the night he played pool again, he wished he could somehow mend the scars by doing something he couldn't do. He was wrong.
Mending scars etched in souls are not to be done by doing things you don't like.
So he escaped the game and his friends, going home.
He called a cab and went home.
The scars still linger and all of his dreams were fading out.
He added another scar in his soul: scar of forgetting.