Loneliness and contentness combined, make a rare kind of hapiness.

Daniel is sitting on the bench.
He is well dressed, has a light jacket, a newspaper and an umbrella next to him.
- Why am I here again? To remember? Is it worth it anymore?...
Dan is sitting on the other bench.
He is well dressed, has a jacket, a book and a hat next to him.
- I still refuse to accept. To accept that I will never see her again, said Dan.
All the beauty of my moments... Wanted – I offer a reward, he continued.
- I would offer anything to have back my moments, flooded by that obsession, replied Daniel,
apparently inattentive to Dan's words.
- All the beauty... all the beauty of my world is now just a memory, said Dan with the
same feelings toward the other.
- But, I am a man like all the others, “made on a conveyor belt”.
- Is it going to rain again ? I was not in London last time I checked... Resigned to his
fate, Daniel puts his jacket on, takes his belongings.
With the air of sadness around him, Dan falls to his knees:
- Goodbye alley… Alley of hers and mine. Now the alley of my sadness.
Nearby, Sophie was thinking: "Maybe he dreams too much. Even for a person in his condition. Some
people, including myself, know that his story is perfectly true. Others think he was in love with
a ghost. But he loved her, and still does - it's in his nature.

In a place far from there, there she was. Standing mesmerised in front of an ocean.
- So they say this is freedom. Hm, cute, it seems I can do whatever I want. And it seems
that I am alone, she giggled and then on her face a sincere and warm smile appeared.