Ohh... and a story.

This is just a story for those who have problems associating...

The man woke up to find that he is alone. Even his beloved Julian, gone.
It was not unpleasant though.
Rather, he felt lighter, happier.
He stepped out of his house, into the empty streets and entered a deserted cafe to have his breakfast.
The coffee was stale but the bread tasted fine, it was enjoyable.

After breakfast, the man went out into the streets with some bread crumbs in his hand.
He laid them on the grounds and look to the pale blue sky.
No pigeons came.
Not even the familiar fluttering of wings.
Nothing.

And that was when loneliness finally creeped into the man's heart.
Nibbling away at his mind.
Suddenly, he found tears flowing down his cheeks.
Before long, he was a sad lone figure, sobbing piteously.

When he is done crying, the man took a napkin from his pocket.
Slowly, he dabbed away the tears that were beginning to sting his eyes.
Then, walking away, he threw the napkin onto the floor,
because no one cares anyway...