John Davey Harris

Late spring, early summer. Late evening, it's dark outside, and a thick, eerie fog fills the surrounding space.

—Don't worry, I don't have far to go... The navigator says one more hour and I'll be with you!
The gentle voice of a girl could be heard, soothing the person on the other end of the line. But then. A beep, the car swerves and...

...

30.05.#### is written on the gravestone. The girl's smile beamed even in the photograph. Alexandra Harris, a girl who was unlucky. Some drunk asshole drove into the oncoming lane and, just to avoid harming others, the girl swerved and crashed into a tree. She sustained injuries incompatible with life.
Everyone mourned the poor girl. Her husband, little daughter, friends, a few relatives... Only one person stood apart, near a large tree. He stood out because he was dressed in light colors. A white suit, an orange scarf. John Harris, Alexandra's biological brother. After he found out his sister had died, he shut everyone out, didn't even respond to condolences, and avoided people. Even now, he stood aside. He hugged himself, closing his eyes and lowering his head. He couldn't come to terms with it.
Lololoshka noticed the guy. He was also present at the funeral as he was a close person to Alexandra. He approached and stood next to John, wanting to start a conversation, but...

—Don't touch me, beat it.
The scientist exhaled, slouching. He didn't want to see anyone, and that was logical. He lost his sister, after all.