Dimitri
During the months that followed our fateful ending, I felt like a robot, I went to work, I walked through every city I visited in a mechanical way, going to every famous tourist spot in the place, but for me, taking pictures had no meaning anymore.
What would I do with them? Who would I send them to? All the pleasures I had discovered with Blair were meaningless, in fact, I tried to avoid anything that would remind me of her, but it was in vain.
She was on my mind all the time.
I returned to my apartment after another successful flight from Vienna, and in that city I refused to leave the hotel.
They say that time heals everything, but for me, the five and a half months that had passed only served to highlight the great emptiness in my life. An emptiness that I had never noticed until Blair's arrival.
I unlocked the door and walked through the deserted apartment. I hated that sepulchral silence that seemed to haunt me. After checking my messages, I opened the picture of Katia's last ultrasound that my brother had sent me. About three months ago she had found out about her pregnancy and everyone was overjoyed.
I was happy for them too, but I couldn't help but feel helpless about the situation. I was the eldest son, and my younger brother was the one who would give everyone their first grandchild!
This was not what I had planned for my life.
A notification from my cell phone brought me out of my reverie, I took a deep breath before opening the message from Joe.
" Tell me, what is the possibility of you getting discounts on two tickets to St Petersburg next month?"
"Two?"
"I'm arranging a trip with my new girlfriend"
I frowned at that message, Joe dating was news to me.
"Just pick the date"
"Can we stay in your apartment?"
He has got to be kidding me!
"Is this a joke?”
"My father doesn't pay my credit card anymore, I have to make ends meet on my salary.
On one hand I felt happy for his late independence and new career, but at times it seemed like he would never stop being dependent.
"We can arrange"
I finally decided. I thought for a few seconds before asking the question I always avoided asking when talking to him.
"How is she?"
I felt my heart hammering hard in my chest as I waited for the answer.
" You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?"
I answered immediately. What had happened?
"I don't have good news.”