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Valencia. 17:22. Diego is still on the street. The cold no longer bothers him. He has been looking at the screen — with Valentina's typing bubbles appearing and disappearing — for four minutes. In the end, it is he who writes first.
Part 3: El billete en el cajón
Diego tries to hold himself together with short, measured messages — until he can't. His confession about a train ticket and a ring bought three weeks ago sends shockwaves through the group and forces both of them toward secrets they've been keeping.
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Valencia. 17:22. Diego is still on the street. The cold no longer bothers him. He has been looking at the screen — with Valentina's typing bubbles appearing and disappearing — for four minutes. In the end, it is he who writes first.
I'm going to go back to work
shall we talk later?
yes
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Forty minutes pass. Valentina pays for the coffee — the second one is also cold — and leaves the coffee shop. She walks without going anywhere. In Valencia, Diego is sitting in the meeting. His colleague has asked him twice what he thinks about the numbers for the quarter. Both times Diego has said "yes, it makes sense," although he hasn't heard anything.
the meeting has finished
how are you?
I'm fine
no, lie. I don't know how I am
me neither

I'm walking. I don't know toward where
be careful
The chat remains paused for twelve minutes. There are no typing bubbles anywhere. Both are in silence, each in their own city, thinking about the same problem from different angles.
can I tell you something?
yes, of course
this weekend I had thought about taking the train to Barcelona
to surprise you
Valentina stops in the middle of the sidewalk. Someone bumps into her shoulder and keeps walking without looking at her. She doesn't move.
I had the ticket bought. for Saturday morning
and there is a ring in my nightstand drawer
I bought it three weeks ago
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Valentina reads the messages three times in a row. Then she leans against the nearest wall — the facade of a clothing store — and stays there, with the phone against her chest and her eyes looking at the gray sky of Barcelona.
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In the group of friends, Diego's messages have reached Marcos and Lucía. The group has been inactive for hours — but Diego, without realizing it, has sent the audio to the group instead of the private chat. Again. The same mistake. In reverse.
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Marcos listens to Diego's audio. Lucía does too. Both read upwards — the messages about the ticket, the ring, the three weeks. The group remains in silence for ninety seconds.

Marcos deletes the meme four seconds after sending it. The note "Marcos deleted a message" remains. Lucía says nothing. After a moment, Marcos doesn't either. In the group history it appears: "Marcos left the group."
my god marcos
Lucía is left alone in the group. She writes something. She deletes it. She closes the application. In Barcelona, Valentina doesn't know anything about the group yet. She is looking at Diego's audio, which remains unplayed.
Valentina presses play. She listens to Diego's audio in full, with her back still leaning against the facade of the store. When it ends, she has her hand over her mouth.
a ring?
yes
diego i didn't know
I know. that was the idea
do you see? you feeling far away. me thinking about asking you to stay forever. the two of us in the same place and looking in different directions
Valentina's phone vibrates. It's not Diego. It's Elena.
Valen, call me
Valentina sees Elena's message. She has her finger on her sister's name for three seconds. Then she closes that chat. She opens Diego's. And she writes.
I have to tell you something that I should have told you months ago
Diego's typing bubbles appear immediately. As if he too had been waiting for exactly this.
Me too
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