chapter 66

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Martina's pov

*I knew this moment would come but I thought I'd be giving her to Jorge with sadness but no. I feel... relieved.*

J: Are you sure you want to give her to me?

M: Yes. Get rid of her, please

J: Okay, I will go and place it in my cabinet

M: No. Get rid of her

J: You want me to throw it in the trash can?

M: No... I mean... burn her.

J: Burn her? Okay, if you wish so

M: Now, please

J: Right now? Really?

M: As long as she is here, I won't get better, right?

J: Well... I guess

M: Burn her now please.

J: Then we need to go out.

M: Let's go

J: But some people may be un the hall

M: I-I can-I think I can try

J: Alright then, come with me

*He said and reached out his hand to hold mine. His hand was so warm, he held my cold hand tight so I got to share some warmth with him. He popped his head out, then pulled me out too*

J: Noone. Let's go quickly

*We walked through the hall and downstairs*

M: We don't have the keys from the park

J: The keys are here

*We got in a nurse's cabinet and Jorge started searching*

M: Whose is this room?

J: Mercedes'... oh! Right here.

M: You have it?

J: Yeah

*He said, took my hand again and we walked further to the park gate. Jorge unlocked the door and I stepped out. It's not the first time I am outside, but everytime it feels as it is. Jorge stopped on the path and let my hand go*

J: It should burn safely here.

M: Burn her. I don't want to see her again.

*Jorge pulled out a lighter and set Mariana on fire. Then he threw her on the ground and together we watched her burn.*

M: She wanted me to jump.

J: I know. Luckily you didn't. I came in time.

M: Thanks.

J: Will you miss her?

M: I don't know. I am still not over the fact that I just let my only friend burn.

J: She was not your only friend.

*He said with that sweet smile of his and pulled me into a hug. I just realized how I have missed hugs.*

J: By the way, I have an activity for us now

M: What is that?

J: Observing stars

*We moved on the grass and layed down, watching stars*

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