Fran fixed an intense gaze on Mia, waiting for her to speak. When she remained silent, he sighed before saying:
— Well, I have 98 days left to live, don't I?
Fran nodded.
— Yes… but I thought that after everything, you would have changed your mind, he said, his tone confused and slightly disappointed.
Mia burst into mocking laughter.
— No, no, I haven't changed my mind. I still want to leave. I refuse to relive the same story over and over again. Every time I think I've found a little peace, everything collapses in an instant, and it's complete destruction. So no, I don't want that.
She locked eyes with Fran before adding:
— And besides, you were the one who told me not to get attached. You warned me: soon, none of this will mean anything anymore because I won't be here, right?
Fran slightly averted his eyes.
— That's true… but then why are you looking for a job?
Mia shrugged and gave a faint smile.
— To keep Cid from wasting his money on me. I don't want him spending on me anymore. Anyway, in a few months, I won't be here. He might as well use that money for something or someone more important.
Fran took in her words in silence.
— Alright… But do you realize the void you'll leave in their hearts? They've gotten used to you, Mia.
She shook her head, looking indifferent.
— Time heals everything. They'll end up forgetting me. Besides, who could ever get attached to someone like me?
Fran clenched his fists, visibly troubled. He started to leave, but before disappearing, he murmured in a barely audible whisper:
— I could.
Mia, not having heard him, remained still, perplexed by his behavior.