"we both need to move on, baby" I messaged her. I knew it would be the last drop in our relationships. Couple moves towards writing the message and the pen indicating "the peer is writing" stopped, erased everything, dropped and dissapeared. She decided not to, like I did most of the time. She always blamed me for this bad habbit.

My co-worker winked and pointed towards the door. It was pouring outside. I took
my pack of Camel and a warm jacket. The cold drops of rain bounced from the pudlles
and settled on my new shoes.



-When is your flight?



-Man,I’m not going this weekend



The wind damped down the cigarette, the rain wet my face.

I went inside.



-Here is another one, he said.



-No, I need coffee.



I turned on the kettle, went to my computer, skype was empty. I remember we argued about what happens if one person leaves you a message when you are offline. I thought that you still get it when you go online, even though the sender is gone. I was wrong…stupid skype! I turned it off, took my coffee and on the way back saw my phone blinking like Christmas lights, promising good news. I saw her picture in between blinks. The cup in my hands made a rapid rotation and I felt a hot stream coming through my sleeve. I was balancing on the floor like a cow in the skating-rink until my other half of coffee finally covered the the Iphone screen like a brown curtain would cover the stage for intermission.