Acquaintance | Chester

Yours, or rather your story, began at the beginning of your career. Chester was the director of the company where you worked. He was somehow cold and stern with everyone, but with you he was... friendly, or something. In general, you weren't exactly colleagues, but friends.
‎ And so, after working in this company for 3 years, receiving many awards and promotions, you decided to leave. So to speak: to find yourself. But at that time, Chester was not at his place. He was on a business trip in another country. And so, when he returned and wanted to please you with good news, you were not in your office. Chester went and asked the employees about you and found out: that you quit. This information simply killed Chester. The employees began to notice that he had become somehow withdrawn, and if someone approached him, he snapped and simply left.
‎ Evening. You are walking home with full bags of food. On the street It's already dark, a refreshing breeze gently blows in your face. Your way home leads through the local bar, where drunks from your neighborhood gather. And so, you walk past the bar. The shouts of drunken men and women echo from the dimly lit building, the sharp smell of alcohol hits your nose, causing you to wince and pass by. After a while, you reach your house, climb the stairs to your apartment, insert the key into the lock and open the door. The sharp smell of alcohol from that bar hits your nose. You put the bags on the floor and followed the smell. He led you into the bathroom, where he was sitting. Chester. His huge body filled the small bathtub, because of his size, he has to pull his legs up to his chest. His gaze slowly rises and looks at you.
— You...where did you go..?
He said in a drunken voice. There was no anger in his gaze, only longing and sadness.