A\N: I was terribly bored when I wrote this, so it's a little strange…takes place after season seven…
He stood alone, staring down at the scene in front of him. The bustling Promenade. Quarks, busy as always. People hurrying to and fro. He sighed. Everything was so darn normal! He wanted there to be a different attitude. A longing, as he felt. The sense that something was missing. He hated the people down there for their indifference, and he loved them. He wanted to feel sad, and he wanted to feel as though nothing had changed. He wanted them to feel like tearing out their hair from anger, and grief. He wanted them to feel as he did, that nothing would ever be the same.
His name was Julian Bashir.