C: I wasn’t expecting you to come.
A: I wanted to see you one last time. The carriage leaves in an hour.
C: I’ve never been to Cáceres. It must start to get cold, right?
A: More than here, sure. I didn’t want to leave without seeing you one last time. I didn’t want to stay with the memory of yesterday at the hotel.
C: Neither did I. But I still don’t understand anything.
A: Celia…
C: How can you marry that man to settle your family’s debts?
A: Celia, I don’t want to talk about this! It’s been hard enough for me to take this step, can’t you help me a little bit?
C: I’m trying! But what about me?
A: I can’t take you with me. And I can’t stay in Madrid, either. Not anymore.
C: Aurora, now I need you more than ever. After Petra’s death, if you leave now…
A: Celia, seriously! Do you want us to say goodbye in this way? Talking about Petra? Throwing things in each other’s faces? Wouldn’t it be better for us to split up without hurting each other?
C: I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.
A: I’m sorry!
C: I’m gonna be alone.
A: No! You have your sisters!
C: They don’t understand me, not like you.
A: You know that I’m never going to forget you. I’m always going to think about you. Always.
C: Maybe one day, when I’m a teacher and have a job, I’ll be able to come see you.
A: I’ll write you. I’ll tell you everything that happens to me.
C: So will I. Goodbye, Aurora.
A: No. Don’t say goodbye, don’t…