78 - Pablo

I haven’t heard from Joana for a week.

Hazz was my brother, and I would love him until the end of time, but the guy was a beautiful son of a bitch. He visited me only once to talk about Joana's condition and that she would already be home, but he didn't come back to say anything else. I was in the dark for a week. I didn't receive any call, no letter, not even a smoke signal. And the worst problem is that my head only knew how to think about Joana.

I slept thinking about her, I woke up thinking about her, and there was nothing in the world that made me more anxious than the visiting hours. But during that one week, I didn’t get any news from anyone. The peace I had sealed with Hazz began to break again at that moment. I knew that the crazy guy worked in two jobs, had a college, and now a girlfriend who, being Joana's sister, should be a hottie who needed all the attention in the world.

But he was my brother. He had said that he regretted not being present at that worst moment of mine.