The sign and the fifth day's drizzle

A short short story of a heartbreak memory. That's my therapy.
No English version, sorry guys. Translation below:

1- He looked at the sign for the last time...
2- (At least with that bitter feeling in his heart)
3- …and said goodbye. Not to the sign, as he would pass by it everyday. The goodbye was to the thing that made his soul ache.
4- He was finally free.

Kris