Off guard

wednesday ; 10:53am

I woke up in my bed, yet I remember falling asleep in Dmitri's.
It's a bright morning, with the sun beams squeezing through every crack in the curtains. The sharp white beams were blinding, left you wondering how others kept their eyes open.
Stumbling out of bed, I began to search for my diary. As I had not written in it for a couple of days, I wanted to update it on what has been circling around me.
Dmitri's mysterious room clues, Luca's tedious behaviour, my very own bloodbath and Dmitri's drunk Alex? Lexi? I don't remember who's name he muttered.

"Josephine."

My head rapidly swirled in the direction of the voice. Dmitri was slumping in my doorway.

"Did we-"
"No!"
I practically shout.
"Why would you even have the slightest idea that I would - that we - you can't even bare conversation with-"
"Okay, I get it, we didn't."

He ended the topic.

"You know that photo? Of that lady?"
"My mother."
"Your mother?"
"Yes. I told you yesterday."
"You did?"
He pauses,
"It is from my father's album. He had an album of ... well ... women. 'His' women."
I stood there in utter confusion.
"May I remind you he was a womaniser."
"Ahh. I understand."
Gladly I caught onto his idea.
"Apparently, in that album, there is a letter from my father to ... uhh ... your mother. I have not obtained it, but have been looking out for it."
I stand in silence like a student listening into some fascinating lecture.
The empty sound of nothing fills the air in my room.
"I'll leave."
He mumbled quietly. Just as his head turned away from me I proclaimed, "Who's Alex?"
Dmitri looked to the ground.

"A girl."
"Your girlfriend?"
"I wish."
"Why not? Just ask her, she'll probably say yes."
"Alexis is too great for me."
"Why?"
"She's above all."

This was the first time I've seen him smile. It was like watching a child taking its first steps.