I could only think of his face, imagining how sad and desperate he would look, waiting for me without getting any sign of me in town, sounding as depressed as when he called me.
The rest of the holidays were quite sad and sour for me, amidst the celebrations of my relatives and my parents, I could only think of Luka, how much I missed him, and how sorry I felt for not being able to go with him despite his pleas. After that night when we talked in the wee hours of the morning, I tried to call him several times, to explain to him why I couldn't go with him to help him despite how much he asked me to, as well as explaining that I would go in less than a week, and asking him to wait for me.
But Luka didn't answer me anymore.
The first few days Luka's phone just rang, and after a while, I co
