He’s sitting right there, part of the crowd as the applause came on like a stab to his heart.

He pretends to be part of them, mimicking what they all do but nobody will ever know how much he’s bleeding inside there.

He watches and feels himself slowly slipping away, the sounds of them other people shutting out.

He should have pretended to be somewhere else, occupied by something else but nothing will ever be big enough as him to replace anything else.

He stares at the face he knows so well and fears why that smile looks like nothing he’s seen before.

He wouldn’t have hurt so much if he didn’t look.

Why? Your eyes they look so indifferent.

He hides his emotions and bottles them up, another one to the pile, a mountain inside his little world about to swallow him up.

He unlocks his phone under the dark of the table and looks at the two of them for the last time as he goes on to delete every single picture.

He and He.

No, that’s not how it goes.

It’s he and she.

Guess the setting of this piece?