Last Day Without Love
I can't talk right now
Where the hell are you? We arranged the meeting just today
The point is I have nothing to tell you.
I have already told you that the idea was a crap and
I'm not considering to write a book that I hate.
Well, you should give me an answer!
I just need this book already published.
I repeat you I don't have anyone.
You are really a pain in the neck!
I know you are a talent boy but we have obligations with the editing house.
I will give you a month to carry it out,
otherwise I advise you to find another editor and a good lawyer.
Last day without love
Could you tell me who was in my room before me?
Excuse me, is something wrong? Which was your room?
The 809. No, everything is well.
I just want to know who was in my room before me.
I'm sorry but this is a confidential information.
Sir, do you feel well?
I'm right. Who was in my room before me?
Honestly, I can't give you this information.
This was in my room.
She was a young girl but she left the hotel last night
She was crying and she looked desperate.
Where could I find her?
She usually went to the beach everyday to paint, but if she left last night...
Last day without love. Do you want to continue the story?
You have forgotten something in my hotel room that is intriguing me.
The drawing. It's me! Did we meet before?
The drawing? You are not the drawing. Why should you be that?
It's really me, it looks like me.
You are really important, aren't you?!
You are the writer, aren' t you?
I have already read your book and I really loved it,
but the drawing isn't you at all.
In fact, both of you are alike,
but I'm afraid to say you I'm not crazily in love with you,
and I'm not even a psycopath who is after writers, if you are thinking about it.
I got it!
It was just a joke! My name is Marina.
Victor, a writer lost in the middle of the sea.
I really know, I've already told you I read your book.
I paint, as you may have noticed it. When will you publish a new book?
Well, I don't know when. I was supposed to write a book spending some time here.
I think you are a little disapointed.
You are a tortured soul that is looking for escaping from the routine,
could it be that?
And it doesn't know if it wants to return to it.
I don't think escaping is the solution. I must go, see you soon.
Today, 18:00h
When I saw you from the distance, you looked like an angel.
Really? Fallen from the sky. C'mon, come back to reality!
I'm going to get used to receive one of your drawings every morning.
Well, it's just a draft but it looks like an original way of meeting.
What are you writing?
Nothing, poetry.
That's really beautiful. Who is it talking about? Me?
You are really important, aren't you?
I'm afraid to say you I'm not crazily in love with you,
and I'm not even a psycopath who is after painters.
C'mon!
I'm sorry. I must go.
Why did you go like that?
Because it was the best. You wouldn't be with me if you knew the truth.
I knew you recently, but in this short time I really feel alive.
Marina
I'm a horrible person.
No, you are an incredible person.
You are funny, friendly and you are really talented.
And in addition you are really beautiful. You stand out from the rest.
I don't know,maybe I was that or maybe not The point is I'm not that girl anymore.
I don't understand you.
In a short time, I won't be able to paint. I'm sick.
My hands are losing sensitivity and control.
I always dreamed about doing something big,
that I would expose my paintings in a museum,
that people remember me after dissapearing. And what?
I will finish being an unabled person, a burden for my family.
People will remember you, Marina. I promise you.
I arranged a meeting with my editor for tonight
to show him all I have written.
Something is wrong?
I'm ok.
Sure?
Do you want to come have dinner with us? I'm sure Mario will love it.
No, no.
Or to have a drink later to celebrate it?
No, don't worry about it.
And the book is something related to you.
This book talks more about you than about me.
I can't Victor. Don't be a pain in the neck.
Keep calm, it was just an idea.
What's wrong with you today?
Nothing happens to me. Don't keep insisting, ok?
I don't really understand your behaviour.
You didn't get it, did you?
What?
You haven't understood anything.
But what is supposed I have to understand?
Nothing at all. It's better you follow like that.
Marina wait please!
What about?
I love you
It's really late.
All this time was really significant for me
but you should continue with your own life.
I want to continue with my life but with you.
Some time ago, maybe. I wish I had known you before.
Good morning, what do you want for a drink?
A gin tonic
I'll be back in a few minutes. Is that you Victor?
Yes
I've found this while I was opening the bar.
The emergency services rescued the corpse of a young woman from the sea
She dissapeared a week ago from the Aigua Blanca beach
and it's believed to be a suicide.
I'm sorry.
I want you to get the answer you needed.
I have finished your portrait. I knew you come.
I just wanted to help you and I found a reason to keep living.
Too late.
In a long time, we will see each other again.
Take care of you.
Last day without love. A book from Victor Ferrer
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