There he was now. Ville, black hair, quite tall and actually a handsome man. He was sitting in his small 10 m² apartment, the windows covered, all lights out, only a small beam squeezed through the old gray curtains. Dusty, gloomy, desolate, that's how one could describe Villes apartment. He sat speechless behind the dining table. An empty plate in front of him. He wasn't hungry. With open eyes and a thoughtful look, he mourned to himself. The suffering in his eyes was obvious, but not a tear left his eyes. The alarm clock was ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. Not a second too early did he stop the alarm. It was 6 a.m. Ville had just sat at the table and thought all night. Thought about what was. He never thought about what would be. He never thought of a smile. Just her smile. He packed his bag in which all his things were waiting, threw them over, walked out of the apartment and left the door ajar. There was nothing to get anyway. His contract expired this week. More precisely, it was the next day, as far as he could remember. He didn't need her anymore either. Ville would be leaving town the same day. His goal? Just to nowhere. The train would take him somewhere. It was still early in the morning, the sun had risen not too many hours ago and rain was pattering from the sky. He was standing at the bus stop. Only one thing left to do before his path led him away from here. Ville had no umbrella, just his coat. The rain pelted his face as he looked up at the sky. "Even heaven cries," he said as he fixed his gaze on the clouds. From a distance you could hear the bus coming. Ville did not avert his gaze for a second. He heard him coming, that was enough for him. The bus stopped, the doors opened and Ville jumped in. “Once to the market place.” The money rang and Ville sat down on a window seat. And again he began to stare at the clouds. He found the rain soothing. It was probably the only thing he felt sympathy for. Marketplace. The bus opened. Only Ville got out. The market place was empty. There were hardly any stores open. With this rain no people came either. Ville only wanted to go to a shop anyway. To the bakery. He had taken a small day labor job there to live in the city for a few weeks. It was about 2 months. He didn't get much, but enough to survive for now. He just wanted to collect the wages for his last week and then move on. Kling. "Um, um, Hello Ville," stuttered little Anna. Anna was a pretty young girl. Very shy. She never dared really speak to Ville, let alone have a conversation with him. That was probably because she had fallen in love with Ville a bit. "Hello," he said coldly. "Ville, Ville you are soaked through!", the baker commented," Come on, sit down and warm yourself- "" I don't have time, Nero. "Nerö was a baker. A steady baker. Someone who probably ate too much as a child and turned his hobby into a profession. A generous baker and the only one who offered Ville a job in this town." Oh yes, that's right, you wanted to go on. Are you really that- "" Yes. "" All right, all right, here you have your money. "Ville took it, thanked him briefly and stormed out the door without saying goodbye. The train station wasn't very far from the market square." I just walk the rest of the way. ", he thought to himself. Nobody was on the streets. No homeless people. No children. Nobody. That didn't bother him very much. He liked being alone. When he got to the train station, Ville looked around. Nobody was there. A counter was open. A ticket to nowhere. The rain gradually stopped as Ville waited for the train. The sun came out. The train pulled in. The doors opened. Ville got in. The doors closed and the train started. Drove into nowhere Drove off somewhere where it was possible to forget, to forget everything.