Nobody knew anything about him. Many people did not even know about his family, where he lived and how he lived. He was that child who was never talked about, never questioned, as if he didn't exist at all. He didn't stand out in any way, he never talked, and he studied mediocre. The teachers said of him: "Calm. Non-conflicting. Smart."

But in fact, he was completely empty inside. He couldn't understand any emotions or feelings. He wasn't afraid when the guys from high school tried to intimidate him, he wasn't worried about the upcoming exams, he wasn't sad or angry when someone made fun of him. Because of this, he became uninteresting even to the offenders. He's too polite, he doesn't try to fight back, he's never rude. He was invisible to everyone. It was completely empty. He's like a crystal box, shiny on the outside but empty on the inside.

There was no love either. There was a girl in the class that he liked. But there were no feelings. There was nothing magical about what he had seen in movies or read about in books. There was no accelerating heartbeat, there was no silly smile on her lips, there were no constant thoughts about her. But he wanted to know everything about her. She wasn't popular, she wasn't an excellent student, she didn't have a lot of friends. Perhaps it was her pathetic and quiet existence that attracted his attention. First he found out her name, class performance, behavior, then her address, the names of her parents, daily routine, personal life. Her friends. Her abusers. Her boyfriend..

A few days later, her lover died. Got hit by a car. An accident. Most likely.

He never had any contact with her. But he wanted to. If necessary, he would kidnap her, lock her in a room so that she would only talk to him.

Today. He slowly trudged along the corridor, while somewhere far away the children were making noise, getting ready to go home. His footsteps were completely inaudible, he moved like a shadow along the narrow corridor of the school. He was walking to the backyard. Earlier, these days, after school, she always sat there with her boy. He wondered if she had come there today to be alone, to think about her loss, perhaps even to cry..

The door to the backyard was wide open, letting cool air and the sound of bird voices and rustling trees into the stuffy corridor. It's windy today, but it's so sunny... Oh, there she is. Sitting all alone on the concrete steps. Her shiny silky hair was tousled, her white blouse, which slightly showed through her girlish body, and her long black skirt, which fluttered in the wind, were covered with dirt stains, and her patent leather shoes, which glittered in the sun, were now lying on the grass a meter away from their owner.

His eyes never left her bent back, slumped shoulders, and lowered head. Looking at her pitiful appearance like that, he wondered what emotions were on her face, what feelings were squeezing her chest.

He slowly, almost noiselessly, took a few steps forward, then bent his long legs, sitting a few steps above her. His empty eyes continued to burn into the back of her head, his ears absorbed her every breath, picking up even tiny sobs.

He wonders what she's thinking right now...