44. moving on in St Petersburg

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 Kati