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- Are you back in Madrid? - Let's grab a coffee.

I have a son.

I'd like us to meet again in a more relaxed setting.

Óscar told me you were working in a restaurant.

No, it's hers.

It's crazy to see you two together.

I record voice memos.

If I don't, I'll forget. Does that bother you?

So, “rec.”

I can't go on like this, seeing the future as bleak,

and mistrusting everyone.

It was good that you came.

I care a lot about Manu.

Where are you?

I went downstairs for a walk.

At this hour?

Yes. I needed some fresh air.

I thought you'd left. And then I saw your bra.

You fell asleep on your voice memos.

No wonder. What a drag!

I like it.

Put another one on for me.

Another one?

Now?

Yes. I feel like it.

Should I hang up then?

Yes, no?

- Okay. - See you in a minute.

Your coffees.

Thank you. Can I pay by card?

Of course.

- Go ahead. - Here?

It's good.

- Great. - Happy New Year!

Same to you.

I just finished “Ciencia ficción” by Daniel Remón.

I liked his previous one. At first, I thought:

“A teacher in love with his student!” But actually, it's really good.

It's about absence again, the death of parents.

It's a great gift.

I'm at the Georgian restaurant. It's great.

They served us a delicious dish.

“Jinkali,” I think.

It's like a huge ravioli stuffed with meat,

served with broth. Delicious.

You bite into the top, and mix it with the broth.

It could have been an inspiration for Ana.

With her bull's tail dish, it would be a killer.

We finally found out what was wrong with the migraine guy.

It was a tick. It was a hard case.

It reminded me of the dog Guille wanted me to bring back.

It was covered in ticks. Guille said, " It doesn't matter!“

And I said, ”Yes, it does matter."

Well, there you go, I was right.

This memo isn't really a memo.

It's a personal reminder.

I've just come back from a trip and my plants are dead!

I'm never leaving them with Luis again...

- Was it open? - What?

Was the convenience store open?

Yes. Thank you.

That was close. They're shriveled and dried up.

Not quite dead, but it's horrible.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

I had a really weird dream.

I was at home.

Well, at my mother's house, but in the dream, it was my house.

And water was coming in through the windows, under the doors.

Not a lot, but it was flowing constantly.

There were lots of people. Guille, Ana, Palo.

But they didn't care about the water. Fuck, it was awful.

Dad sent me the collection of poems he's submitting to the contest.

It's beautiful.

I don't know if he'll win, but I loved it.

We feel the same way.

The last one was so beautiful.

- Did you like it? - Very much.

- Did you bring coffee? - Yes, but I don't feel like anymore.

- It's raining, isn't it? - Yes.

- Are you wet? - A little.

Listen to this one.

On your cell phone. Mine's dead.

Okay.

I haven't left the app since yesterday.

“Rec.”

I just saw Guille... We just saw Guille.

Damn!

Do you remember?

I can't go on like this, seeing the future as bleak,

mistrusting everyone. Because...

it happens with my loved ones too, now.

Can I speak?

Of course. Go ahead.

What's the reason behind this?

I think...

that I'm doing this to protect myself.

- You haven't slept much. - No.

But it's okay.

Is it cold?

My hands are freezing.

Is work busy?

No, we approved the leaves authorizations. So people can have dinner with their families.

That's better.

Shall we take a shower?

You go ahead. I'll shower at home.

- Should I put on some music? - What?

Should I put on some music?

Whatever you want.

I'll borrow some of your deodorant.

Yes.

- But I haven't showered. - I know.

Can you pass me my toothbrush?

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

I was remembering the shower in Toledo.

To think you didn't want to come.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Catch.

Well...

Are you leaving?

Yes, I'm going downstairs.

You're on time, right?

Yes, but...

I prefer to be a little early.

Okay.

Well...

Goodbye.

For Toledo, it's not true. I wanted to go there.

It annoys me that you think otherwise.

I don't think anything.

But I'd rather you knew.

Don't worry. I would have understood.

There's nothing to understand. I wanted to go.

Okay. I believe you.

You must think that about other things too.

Yeah...

You must think I was hesitant about a lot of things.

I always wanted everything.

I know it wasn't easy.

No, it wasn't easy.

I was even starting to lose my hair.

That's over now.

When I think back on my dreams...

The dream about water.

It's better this way, isn't it?

I don't know... We've been here for three days.

Hello.

- The whole hotel can see you in your underwear. - I don't care.

Imagine if I go downstairs to say we're staying another night.

Yesterday, she asked me that question.

“Just one night, you sure?” And I said, “Yes.”

But we did the right thing by going to the hotel, didn't we?

- It's a nice one. - Very nice, yes.

It's more neutral.

I owe you a night.

You can pay me via Bizum.

I almost suggested it to you in October, meeting at a hotel.

Seeing you at my place was...

Yes.

Like the day you made that delicious lasagna.

Do you remember?

Yes, that's right.

I had some leftovers in a Tupperware container.

That evening, I had to throw it away.

That's stupid.

But at my place, it was easier.

Less sordid.

Meeting at a hotel isn't that sordid.

One night is fine, but like 3 hours on a Monday...

It would have cost us an arm and a leg.

Yeah, a fortune.

We had a great celebration.

Yes!

We beat Paris.

Don't you want your coffee?

Come on, just a sip.

Thanks.

To end it today, with all these birthdays...

- The plan was to do it on the 28th. - The plan...

And that's today.

It was ruined for 2024. Two more days or two less...

In 2025, we'll stick to it.

Will you wait for me ? I'll come down with you. I'm ready.

Okay. At this point...

I'll wait for you.

- What are you asking for tonight? - What?

- Your request for 2025? - My wish?

- What do I want? - Yes.

To fall in love.

A girlfriend.

A girlfriend for 2025.

Yes, that's good.

What would this girlfriend be like?

What would she be like?

She would have long hair,

she would wear deodorant after showering...

and she would be a bad cook.

A very bad cook.

I don't know. I don't know what to ask.

What about you?

Sometimes I wonder why we broke up.

You stopped loving me.

Can you pass me my...

Here.

That period was very difficult.

Yes, that's true.

You were working hard all day, the stress, the double shifts...

And me coming and going.

It was awful when you changed jobs.

Do you remember when I totally lost it

because of...

Jorge.

About him...

you had every reason to get angry.

Is that an admission?

- That's an admission. - You just admitted it.

- Just once. - Wait.

I knew it.

- You're happy, huh? - I was right.

Just once, and it was awful.

We went out together and it was shitty.

- I didn't even feel guilty. - Really?

That's right.

“Shut the fuck up.” Such an awful joke!

I'm sure you told to other people!

It happened, but no one understands it.

I've been sleeping well these last few days.

- Why are you laughing? - I remember the bed...

In Vinuesa.

The bed in Vinuesa?

The village, near Soria.

Yes, but the bed?

It was so tiny. Our feet would stick out.

Really? I don't remember.

You don't remember? It had snowed. There was no electricity.

You're sure it was there?

Answer if you want.

I'll call him back.

The power cut, it wasn't in Vinuesa.

You had candles everywhere.

No. It was in the summer.

In the winter. You were glued to the fireplace.

My boots melted, literally melted!

But it wasn't in Vinuesa.

- We went there twice. - Twice?

I don't know why we wanted to go back.

We liked it.

I guess.

I was really sad when the power came back on.

Ten years.

Ten?

New Year's Eve 2015.

I can't. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Are you okay?

I'll be right back.

Hi.

No, it's because I was in the shower.

Yes, okay.

Are you already at the airport?

OK. How is he doing?

Did you remember to give him his syrup?

Yeah, OK. I'll wait for you at the exit.

Yes, at the usual place.

Okay.

Kisses.

- Are they already on the plane? - Yes.

Are you okay?

I'm not going to work.

Alex? Are you okay?

I'm not feeling well this morning. I must have caught a bug.

I'm not coming in.

It's quiet anyway.

Dolores can leave.

If her sons cause any trouble, have them call me.

Thanks, man. I'll return the favor.

What are you going to do today?

I don't know.

In the Dominican Republic, do you know what they do when they break up?

No, no idea.

They allow themselves eight days of mourning. One less than for a funeral.

It's like a rite of passage, you know?

- Yeah... - How do you know that?

Yolanda told me. It's as if...

Like they're expelling everything.

They cry, they scream, they pull their hair out. To...

To free themselves, to move on.

I've been grieving for three months.

Haven't you met anyone?

Have you met anyone?

Last summer.

In Conil?

A Galician girl, really funny.

She had a van, we slept on the beach for 3 days.

Nice. What's her name?

What's her name? Her name is Esther. Why?

Are you still seeing each other?

We saw each other a little, but...

What happened?

- It's in the past. - I see.

- It's no big deal. - Yes, it is.

No, I promise.

Manu knows.

- I told him last summer. - What?

Yes, I swear.

I don't know how you felt about Toledo. I...

It really moved me.

Until then. ..

Until Toledo, I felt like I was in control.

But on the way back, I don't know, everything got mixed up.

I arrived in France, and Manu...

thought I was acting strange.

I was distant, sad. He questioned me.

I tried...

to make excuses, but I couldn't.

And I told him.

And how did he take it?

Badly, at first, as you can imagine.

“How many times? Why? Where?”

Where are you going?

To smoke.

To smoke a cigarette, because...

What did you tell him?

That we'd met because of Guille.

But what exactly does he know?

He thinks we met once, and that's all.

Just once.

But it's you, so...

We had a long conversation, several, because...

We're always a little...

From time to time, he brings it up again, then he feels guilty, apologizes.

And me, I'm still there.

Calm down.

He thinks we can get through this, but...

I don't know.

Then, in France, the holidays, the family...

The desire came back. We thought we could make it work, but...

Once I got back to Madrid, all I could think about was you.

That's some excuse.

It suits me.

Fuck!

Why didn't you tell me you told him?

I almost did, but I couldn't.

I had the chance to end it and I didn't take it.

How could I have told you?

Why are you telling me about it today?

I don't know.

And right now, how are things between you?

Not very good, to be honest.

Sometimes, we're about to get into a fight,

I tell myself that what I'm doing is awful and I keep quiet...

You shouldn't keep quiet.

I have a hard time not feeling guilty.

Does he nag you about your hours?

Yes, but I understand. I should have hired someone.

- About that... - I'm having a hard time, I don't know.

I have to be there. I have to get into a routine.

- There are solutions. - You think so?

Of course. It's just a matter of time.

We hardly talk anymore.

About Pablo, that's all.

And he's okay, right? Is he a good father?

Yes, he's a very good father.

- Did you go to therapy? - No. You know what?

I think back to how we were a year ago and I don't...

You had a son. It's not going so badly.

Okay, but a lot has happened.

First, my father.

Then my pregnancy.

The restaurant, the move...

We were always super busy.

I don't know. I need some time, to get away for a bit.

From there, maybe...

Yeah, maybe, but...

- Nothing. - What?

- No, nothing. - Please.

It's good that you're trying, that you're fighting, that you... .

But sometimes, we hold on to things that...

- You don't think it'll work? - Maybe it will, but...

He came here for me.

- There you go! - What?

You don't owe him anything.

That's not all. I want my son to see his father.

- He will. - If we break up, he'll go back to Lyon.

- Have you talked about it? - No.

- You always do that! - What?

You anticipate. Let us...

Ask us if... I don't know.

You're speculating.

My parents split up. What's the big deal?

I know the theory, but...

It's hard. If I can spare him that...

Spare him what?

That's life. It's part of life.

If in 30 years, your son is in a relationship and has a child.

If his relationship is going badly, will you tell him to hang in there?

It depends on the situation.

- I might tell him to try. - Until when?

You surprise me. You always thought the opposite.

That you had to fight.

I was in love with you.

And you...

I'm not trying to convince you.

But if it ends badly, it's not the end of the world.

Manu will get over it, Pablo will get over it.

In that case, we could consider it, couldn't we?

Consider what?

Give it a try, the two of us.

- Give it a try? I don't get it. - Try it.

Try? When?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

You mean... at least a year from now?

I can't give you a date. I need to get organized...

That's what I'm saying.

- I'm not asking you to wait for me. - I think you are.

No. Can you consider it?

Who knows where I'll be in a year!

- Are you available? - Maybe, yes...

Sometimes we stop loving.

It happens, but look at us after 10 years.

- We haven't loved each other for 10 years. - No?

No.

Are you sure?

You definitely didn't.

What would happen if we would stop hiding?

- Our relationship has failed. - We've changed!

Not that much.

Óscar! I'm more stable. Routine scared me.

- You were panic-stricken. - Yes!

I was afraid of missing something. I've calmed down.

- You've changed too. - Me?

You're calmer.

Yes, about your job...

I feel better.

There you go! And you don't wear your mouth guard anymore.

- I still do, at home. - You shouldn't.

What a change!

It is a change.

I don't annoy you anymore.

- You were imagining things. - Maybe. But it doesn't happen anymore.

It worked because we avoided compromises and routine.

- It's a game. - You think I'm playing?

- No, but... - What?

You're going to join Manu. I'm going home...

- No. - Yes. And that's fine.

- I can't go on like this. - Neither can I. It's going to end badly.

- What? - With Manu, it's going to end badly.

- How do you know? - I can feel it. I know it.

- You know it too, and so does Manu. - What?

My life has no meaning anymore. What am I doing?

- What about all this? - We're going to stop all this.

I'm going to talk to Manu.

- I'm going to tell him the truth. - What truth?

That I love you and that I want to be with you.

Are you going to tell him today?

Are you going to tell him in front of your son?

No, I'll take Pablo to my mother's and I'll say to Manu:

“You've been wonderful, but I can't take it anymore.”

- I don't understand. - I do understand.

Do you hear yourself talking?

You're being selfish. You don't even realize it.

What? Put yourself in my shoes, and you'll understand.

There's no way I can put myself in your shoes.

I love you, but your superior attitude...

That's not it. I'm being consistent. We made a decision together!

- A shitty decision motivated by fear. - By fear?

It's not just about my family.

I'm afraid of hurting you again. And you don't trust me.

- You don't know what you want. - I'm telling you!

- Today. But two days ago... - Can't you see I'm not leaving?

Since Sunday, I haven't been able to leave this room!

And neither have you!

Leave us both and think about your life.

Do you believe me when I tell you I love you?

Do you believe me? You don't know!

You know what? You feel like you're losing me.

And you can't handle that.

I know you love me, I'm sure of it.

- But you'll get tired of me. - Don't say that.

- You get tired of everything. - So what?

- What? - You don't want to try because of that, huh?

I can't go through that again. I refuse.

So as not to risk me getting tired of it in the future,

we're not going to try anything?

Yes, that's exactly right.

Óscar, please...

You're going to be late for the airport.

Are you leaving? Am I leaving? What do we do?

Are you leaving? Am I leaving?

I'm leaving.

Don't worry, it's super quiet.

Try to get better.

And when you feel better, come over for a beer.

Kiss. And by the way...

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

I really didn't want us to part like this.

I'm really sorry, Óscar.

We'll talk later.

Take care of yourself.

Really.

Don't worry because, in the end...

I mean, you don't... I'm the one who doesn't trust.

We'll talk again.

“Rec.”

Well...

I just saw Guille...

We just saw Guille and... that's it.

I can't go on like this, seeing the future as bleak,

and mistrusting everyone. Because...

it's happening to me with my loved ones, now.

Can I speak?

Of course. Go ahead.

What's the reason for this?

I think...

that I do it to protect myself.

From heartbreak, disappointment.

In the end...

if I don't hope for anything, I don't suffer.

Don't you think it's the other way around?

The other way around?

No...

Sometimes, to avoid grief, it's as if we anticipate it.

As a result, we live in sorrow.

And that's ugly, because we miss out on things.

In the end, having faith gives you hope.

And hope gives you strength, damn it!

It makes things possible.

But you were saying, on the contrary,

that almost nothing depends on us.

I'm trying to say that...

when you believe in something, when you have faith,

it gives you strength, it gives you...

desire.

If you forbid yourself to believe,

OK, you avoid disappointment, but...

you miss out on something, and life...

I don't know.

Excuse me.

Am I making you laugh?

It was your idea to think out loud.

Which room?

I love you very much.

Me too.

- Anything else? - Is it recording?

No. And you?

End of transmission.

I came out to catch up with you, but you're not here.

And nothing.

Shit.

- I was looking for you. - I turned around.

I called you, but...

My battery died.

It's raining.