The next morning, he woke up, with breakfast ready for him, and his roommate already eating.
"Hey dude, she is amazing cook, you have to try these" Igor said
The rest of the day was pretty normal, the three of them ate together, then she went home and Igor and Alexander didn't do much for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow however is the day she had to go to the Germany, so he waited with her for the flight, and when it was finally time to get inside, she kissed him on the cheek and went inside waving at him.
The very same night she texted him, telling him how she saw a cute couple in the street today kissing. Then tomorrow she told him about her little niece that she has, she told him how she loves kids and wants to be a mother one day.
For the next week she would text him every night to tell him everything that has happened to her that day, and he would stay up to three am every time to talk with her.
He would usually text her in the morning or afternoon, usually how he misses her, or how he saw a cute snail on the way back home that day.
After first week, she would talk a bit less of her days, she says its because nothing interesting has happened to her though. Then, after about a month, he noticed that she would only text him once every two or three days. But that's alright, she needs some space, she wants to make friends there too, because it seems she might need to move back to Germany.
This continued for next two months when he lost all hope in their relationship, so he started texting her every day, but she would only respond once a week, to one of his messages and leave for one more week.
He confronted her few times about it, and she started apologizing about it, though it was not apologies that he wanted.
One night, he got a text message from her in the middle of the night, saying "I'm cold"
"What? Is everything okay?" He texted back scared
"I'm with my friends, I think I am a bit drunk, its cold, I want to cuddle, why can't you be closer, I want to cuddle with you"
"Don't worry, do you know when you are coming back to Russia? We can cuddle once you come over" He sent her, and immediately got his car keys and started driving.
He drove all the way to Moscow airport to buy tickets to Germany, but only after he got there, he realized its two in the morning, and airport isn't open.
He got back home, sat on his bed and opened chat with her, to see if she said anything in the meantime, and there was one new message
"I want to cuddle with you, its cold here, why can't you live closer to me" again.
After that, he texted her but she didn't respond. Then the next day, and the next day, and next.
He texted her for five more months without her answering to his texts.
His most recent one, from the last night being.
"Why are you ignoring me Luna, what did I do, I don't know what I did, but whatever I did, I am sorry, please I am really really sorry. I hope you don't hate me for texting you all of the time, but I can't describe to you how much I am sorry for whatever I did to you. Today I saw someone with orange hair, it reminded me of you, everything reminded me of you. Once again, I don't know what happened, what I did, what you saw, what happened, but whoever's fault it was, I am incredibly sorry, I hope you can forgive me, don't be mad at me please. I don't know if you are ever going to read this, but I want to tell you that you are the most perfect woman I ever knew, thank you for all of the compliments and things you did for me. I never deserved you, but now that you are gone, damn it hurts. I don't care what happened, I will change, I promise, just text me back, tell me something. I love snails too!"
After that, he stopped texting her, he thought texting her this much made him look like a creep, but he was just desperate. He believed, every time he texted her, every day of the week he believed, that that message he is going to send that time, is going to be the one that rings her phone and reminds her that he exists. But it never happened, though he had to try.
He didn't text her for the whole week. He never felt that sad in his life, he felt so sad and empty that every night, before going to bed, he would go outside in the dark, with a sad song playing on his MP3, just so he can feel that emptiness more, because that is the last thing she left behind when she flew to Germany.
He even wrote her a letter, a letter that she will never receive as he has no idea where to send it. But he keeps it in his house, as a memory.
At the end of the week, Igor decided that he can't look at him like that anymore, "Hey man, lets go outside" he said, to which Constantine said he doesn't want to go.
After full ten minutes of whining, Alexander agreed to go for a walk. He tied up his shoes, and put on his favorite jacked. They were walking through the city center when he saw someone.
"Is that...is that Luna?" He said, just before, once again, he began feeling empty.
He went to her, and asked her what happened.
"Hey Luna, what happened, haven heard from you in a while? When did you come back to Russia?" he asked
"Oh, yes that, I'm sorry. I got here about two weeks ago. Sorry I didn't respond to your messages, I had a lot on my mind recently, everything just got all at once, it was a chaos, I don't know how I managed to get all that sorted, it was a mess"
"Really? Don't worry it's okay, I'm just glad you are alright, I was worried sick" he responded
"Nono don't be, its all good now, I'm glad you are good too. Listen, I am kind of busy right now, but what do you say, sometime we go to the caffe, for a cup of mango tea. Maybe...this time tomorrow?"
"Yes, that sounds nice" He responded.
After that, he went home all happy. He took a hot shower, picked his best clothes and sat down, waiting for tomorrow morning.
Then, tomorrow, he called her to see where are they going to meet, but she didn't respond to the call, nor the second one.
After couple of seconds, she texted him.
"I can't talk right now sorry, what is it?"
"Oh, sorry, I was wondering where are we going to meet?"
He never heard from her, nor did he ever see her again.
YOU ARE READING
ELLA
Non-Fiction"The best way to get over a woman, is to turn her into literature" -Henry Miller, This is my take Ella is not a name, she is not a person, she is an idea. Not everyone has her, but ones that do, will never forget her.
