My short story, A Place with No One, Part II The daylight was too dim in this room at ten o’clock in the morning. I hold Mr. Brown’s fine wrist and his dry and cold fingers, feeling that outside the room, there was only vacancy. The world faded away and left the square room in the void, as a mindless determined existence. When I was back in the car, it was ten fifty. For Thursday, only Mr. Brown one client, so my work was done. I drove to the supermarket and bought cabbage and milk. When I don’t know what to buy, I buy cabbage and milk. Speaking of where I live, the white apartment on 14th floor, since there is no other features. All my furniture were in white, which I had few, as well as miscellanies. Before leaving China, I told people that I wasn’t planning to live in Minnesota forever. After 2 years in Minneapolis I still tell the same. “If your social identity and driving license are not counterfeited, I would think you are a spy or a criminal. Because you can get packed in less than half an hour. ” Leon always made fun of me on that. Leon was back to France for his summer vacation. He complained about the bad weather in Paris everyday. He has not graduated yet and has been working as an intern in a fashion studio. He is 2 years younger than me. Maybe after 2 years, he wouldn’t mind that much about the weather at all. I am willing to exchange good weather for the chance to go to Paris. We have dated for about a year. We were good at the beginning but only at the beginning. Now we just couldn’t find a reason to break up. I put cabbage and milk into fridge, which was nearly empty except a jar of beetroots. Then I decided to take a shower. I dried my hair before the window. On the top of the roof of building across the road, some one built a green house. The plants were hanging down from the shelves. The door was not closed completely, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. I closed my eyes. The back of my eyelids was green. Sometimes I think things around me might change if I keep my eyes shut, but I can not know. When I open my eyes, everything would change back like a conspiracy. Leon didn’t call for 2 days. The last conversation was he asked me how I felt about our relationship, happy or bored. I told him there were happy moments as well as boring ones, and those would add up to a deeper relationship or lead to nothing. Now I suddenly noticed how fragile the link between Leon and me. If I change the phone number, we will just get lost in two different places in the world.