William walked out of the restaurant near the lake, where he met his team for the last time. Last time, until they will meet next time. He was smiling when he walked out. It was an unusual smile, this one. He was happy, genuinely happy. His face had forgotten how to smile like this and his mind had forgotten how it feels when a really heavy weight is lifted off of it. He walked a bit more, his hands now his pockets, one of which also held his next mission and his head low. He walked until there weren't as many people to notice minor details about him. Then halting to stop, he looked up and then at the sky. Tears were finally forming in his eyes, twinkling in the remaining minor lights of the almost deserted road. He smiled wider.
"I am so happy you weren't listening to me when I tried talking to you, Julia. I am happy that you still can't hear me."
That night, William listened to all the happy songs he had and sung along while driving to destination of his next mission.