I woke up at 6 am like usual, preparing myself to go to work after a short weekend.

I wouldn't say I hate my job but saying I like it would be lying, if I could, I would just go far away and never look back.

While checking my phone before stepping outside, I notice the date, tomorrow will be the day I become thirty.

Thirty year and my life still is empty, it's probably to forget this emptiness that I still go to work.

It's not really important I need to go to work now, it's a rainy day, it just makes this Monday even sadder.

"Hey Kate!" Every morning this guy come to annoy me. He's just a neighbor, we barely talk, and yet he always somehow comes to annoy me.

"I already told you to call me Katelyne, not Kate." It's been five years, and he still calls me that, he really never learns.

"Yeah sorry Kate I'll remember next time"

"It's Katelyne" He's so annoying, doesn't he have better to do?

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you, I actually have something important to say."

"It's surprising to see you like that, for once you're not totally annoying"

"Well it's because I'm leaving town tonight, I was thinking we could have a drink before I go?"

"Sorry I can't." He really is gonna leave? Thank god, I'll be able to pass my morning in peace now.

"Oh, I understand, it was a pleasure meeting you, Katelyne." He said, as he goes back in his house, doesn't he have work?

Maybe not, I always assumed he had a job, but I barely know his name anyway. Dave? Dylan? Diego? It's not important anyway, he's gone forever now.

I hate the rain, my clothes are wet now. 

"Katelyne? You're here?" My boss called me from the back, she always work soon, and then I have to deal with everything at night because she's too tired.

"Yes I am, you shouldn't be here that early, nobody comes anyway at that time." It's a music shop, nobody would buy music things at 6 am.

"I know, but we barely make enough to stay open, I need to take every client we can get."

"I'll take your place, go get some rest now."

"Thanks Katelyne, I would give you a raise, but I can't afford it."

"It's okay, I don't do it for money." I don't really use money at all, only for eating and paying rent, I don't even know what I would do with it.

She's gone, probably to sleep for a bit, it's raining so no one will come anyway.

After some hours of doing absolutely nothing I consider closing the shop, it's 6pm now and nobody came, probably no one will come today.

Someone enters the shop, Someone was brave enough to come through the rain.

"Hello, I've come to sell this guitar." It's a guy, around twenty maybe, I've seen him before somewhere, but I can't remember.

"Sure, I'll take your name please"

"It's Lucien Doremi" Doremi, I've seen that name before, maybe I know one of his relative or something.

"Okay, I'll note it."

"And can I get your name too?"

"No, you don't need it, what's the model of the guitar?"

"So rude, anyway, I don't know."

"You don't know? It's not a stolen guitar, right?"

"No, it was my brother's, but he won't use it anymore. I don't want to learn guitar, so I might as well make money of it, smart isn't it?"

I hope his brother didn't like his guitar too much. And I know nothing about this guitar, it seems too old for me.

"I can't really buy it, I don't know what it's worth, you'll need to come back when my boss is here tomorrow."

"Come on, that's why no one come here, I'll accept a hundred bucks for it." Are youngster all annoying like that?

"You'll have to come back tomorrow." He left without saying goodbye, really not a guy I want to see again, if he never comes back it's fine for me.

I get a sudden call. It's Olivia, My boss.

"Hi Katelyne, sorry you were alone today. You can close the shop if no one's here, I'll be here more tomorrow."

"It's fine." It was kinda boring though. "I'll go home and see you tomorrow."

I hung up and start heading home, I'll just buy the newspaper for today before going home.

So there's the horoscope like usual, a new mayor is going to be elected and... A suicide?

It's not something I expected to see in this tranquil town.Douglas Doremi, the victim.

I remember a guy named Doremi, but it wasn't Douglas.

Douglas? I heard this name before.

Suddenly I have a bad feeling, I run at home, as fast as I can.

There's a police guy here, in front of my apartment. I need to see by myself.

"Excuse me ma'am." One of them ask. "You live here?"

I want to say yes, but my body doesn't answer, it can't answer.

"So you know about your neighbor's death in the news? We told them to not say anything the first say, but they don't listen."

Yeah, I remember now. Douglas, he was named Douglas.

Why do I feel distressed and sad? I wanted him gone anyway, it's not important if he died or left the city, it's the same.

I just ignore the police and go home, I usually watch TV while drinking tea, but I don't want tonight.

My life is always organized, and I can't let a random guy's death ruin my routine.

"Maybe I should have accepted to drink something with him."

And who was this guy at the shop? A relative of his? Does he know something on why he killed himself?

If only I could live that day again, maybe things would have been different?

Those were my last thought while I fell asleep at midnight.

The rain still falls.