Their conversations

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Babe, I’m sorry I called you, I completely forgot you’re at work, you are, aren’t you? I’m worried! Call me…God, I have such a gigantic hangover, you have no idea. You can’t imagine what happened yesterday…that is, I don’t either. You know I had to finish the sketches for the poster so I was stuck at home and couldn’t go out so around 9 my phone rings and I see it’s Robs, I’m convinced she’d be talking me into going out, cuz that afternoon I found out Sonja and Kiko finally banged each other (thank god!!!!!) so I supposed they’d ditched her again. So I pick up and she says: “Comic, could you please come out for a minute?”, and I say: “Look Robs, I’m so over my head, I told you!” so she says: “Ok, sorry, bye” and she hangs up. So I stay like that phone in hand and I think someone must have died, cuz you know our Robin, if you say “no” to going out, you are immediately showered by speeches about how old and stale you’re getting that last at least 10 minutes. So I say fuck it, I’ll call her, we can share a smoke so I call her and tell her to come by, I go out, we sit on a bench and she doesn’t say a word. I say Hey Robs, you okay? She says yeah, yeah, sorry, I can’t do it. I say has anything happened? Should we kick someone’s ass? I’ll get Ivan right away, he’ll bitchslap the crap out of him with his purse, you know, to make her laugh, nothing! I say it’s definitely something serious. So I say to her: you need a hug? Not a word. I come near her, I hug her and we stay like that for about 5-6 minutes, she doesn’t speak, I don’t speak. Everything went through my head, a million scenarios: someone in her family died, she got laid off, she got robbed, raped…I make plans in my head who to call if we need to kill someone, where to put her up if her apartment burnt down, what to tell her if someone died and suddenly she turns to me and kisses me. So I’m like that, confused, stiff like a statue, she’s like a teenage girl, wetting my lips with her lips, my face with her tears. I get her off me abruptly and a thousand things race through my head, she squeezes out of my hands and kisses me again. And I’m with all these thoughts in my head, of her, of Maya, of your story about her and Gorjan…After who knows how long I step back and tell her: “Robs, what are you doing… Maya…”. So she starts sobbing and she says: “Kiko and Sonja are together” and she runs off, i’m sitting there petrified, I stay like that for ten minutes, a statue, and I don’t know what’s going on and my phone brings me to reality, I barely manage to place it on my ear, it’s Maya. She says we have to talk. I say nothing, she says I’m coming to your plce, I hang up. She comes by after a while and I’m still standing. She says what’s the matter with you. I say nothing. She says: “You know, right?”. She starts crying. Then has a laughing fit. “I didn’t want you to find out from others. As a matter of fact, I didn’t want you to find out at all. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know something was always missing. Neither one of us is happy. It was different with him. I think I’m in love with him. I’m not going to do anything anymore, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t hate me.”. The next thing I remember is drinking with some dude, never met the guy before. Then two or three images more. I think I saw you too. Did I? I think I called Robs too…Yup, I did, here I see it in my phone…God knows what I must’ve said…Maybe she didn’t pick up …I wake up this morning, I don’t know where I’m at. I see a girl making coffee. I say to myself Comic, you asshole, what have you done. She says I’m Biljana. You don’t remember anything from yesterday, do you? It was her boyfriend’s apartment, some Darko fellow, she says I got pretty hammered, blabbing something about some Maya and some Robs. I got into a fight with someone, I tried to hook up with some chick, I slammed a glass against the bar and I threatened that if they didn’t give me a bottle of vodka I’d set the bar on fire… I’d been crying and shouting – he’s dead, he’s dead… her and her boyfriend calmed me down and brought me to his place.
Please call me when you can. I’ve no idea what’s going on…If I have it correctly – Maya broke up with me cuz she’s in love with Gorjan, Robs is mad at me, I don’t exactly know why, Kiko and Sonja finally hooked up, but I don’t get how that connects to me…who died? What’s going on???
Oh God…Call me!!!

AuthorFrosina Stojkovska
2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments