And he got on the car – his eyes looking to the floor – and didn’t say goodbye. She was looking at him, but the rain didn’t allow her see whether he had changed his mind and had maybe turned his head back one last time. But that didn’t matter now, because he had decided to go, never to return again. So what was she doing standing on the cold, wet street? She closed her eyes and looked up to the sky. She tasted the rain. “There’s nothing to cry for” she repeated to herself – crying, while she was shivering with cold; and, slowly, she began to walk back to the underground.