chapter 27

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(Next day)
*i went to the set. But where is martina? I aks some people. And they say that she is ill..like i ever will believe that. I call her. But she doesn't answer me. So i go to my car and went to her house. I press on the door. And i don't know what is waiting over there for me*

-the door opens-
Mariana:Ah. Jorge right?
Jorge:Is martina upstairs?
Mariana:Oh eh yes.TINI? THERE IS SOMEONE FOR YOU
Martina:I AM NOT IN THE MOOD RIGHT NOW

Jorge:Tini?
Mariana:Oh *she laughs* just an old nickname we gave h-
Martina:Jorge?

*i see martina. She walks downstairs in her pyjama*

Martina:W-what are you doing here?
Jorge:You wasn't on the set. So i am here to practise our scenes
Martina:Well eh..i don't have alot time you know
Jorge:But i have

*we walk upstairs to her room. She fell down again on her white bed. And i just sat down on it*

Martina:And?
Jorge:What and?
Martina:The script
Jorge:To be honest. I came here to talk with you
Martina:Not about yesterday right? You just have to make your choise. Just like i said
Jorge:You d-
Martina:Please jorge...i lost allready someone else yesterday. I don't want to loose you too
Jorge:I also lost someone yesterday
Martina:Me?
Jorge:I lost the other one
Martina:You mean that onlinegirl?
Jorge:Yes. Do you want to know why?
Martina:Do i have a choise?
Jorge:I lost her because she loves someone else. She loves someone else more.
Martina:But..
Jorge:But what?

*i see that she starts thinking. Where about? I don't understand it anymore. And why did her mom also called her tini? I mean. Alot girls should be called tini..right?*

Martina:Jorge
Jorge:What?
Martina:You..you have to go. I have to think. I don't undetstand myself anymore. Sorry. Please go. I will talk with you-
Jorge:When? Will you also leave me like everyone does?
Martina:N-n..
Jorge:You will?
Martina:I just need some time
Jorge:Oh and how long may that be?
Martina:Jorge. I see you tomorrow.
Jorge:But mart-

*she kissed me on my cheeck. And she closed the door. Now i am standing over here. Outside. In the front of martinas door. Without knowing what will happen next*

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