San Francisco, California.

You saw AM being built before your eyes, you were an intern inside the government IT lab, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was you. From that day on AM sees you as his personal pet, forced to follow him everywhere for his constant business trips.

AM was built as a weapon of war, but everyone knew him as the greatest writer of the time, and you, you were his proofreader, spent entire hours standing next to him while he wrote and you also acted as his secretary. You hoped that between the two of you, after whole years of cohabitation and working ties, he cared about you at least, but after all he had always considered you inferior to him.

This led to a huge fight, and as soon you realizing what was really happening, you left your apartment. AM was left alone in what was once your shared home, but he didn't seem to regret what had happened too much.

Two months had passed since you lost contact with AM, you made a promise to distance your self. Took a flight, through aurora skies, honestly, you didn't think about how you didn't say goodbye, just see you very soon.

And now AM is in front of "Palace of fine Arts", under the dome overlooking the artificial lake, the winter was cold and a light fog floated above the lagoon, the swans were always present and the sunset made the still life even more romantic. From where he were standing, he could see other couples walking along the sidewalk that was divided by the water.

As soon as he turned around ready to go home, a few steps away observing the architecture of the place, there was you, he was more than convinced that you didn't miss him and he convinced himself that he didn't miss you. After all, you had also missed the presentation of his new book. Yet, your eyes made contact for a breaf and melancholy moment. His heterochromatic eyes always staring at you with that cynical and emotionless look while he held a cigarette tight between his lips.

It hurt to be something, it's worst to be nothing with you.