After nine years together, Nico and Lina are separating, a turn of events that pulls Lina back to the memory of their first encounter, a moment that now seems effortlessly simple.

A friend arrives to assist Lina with packing, and in conversation shares that Nico is pursuing new ventures. The news stirs a memory in Lina, a recollection of a time when her life was inextricably linked to her own aspirations.

Lina attempts to forge ahead, yet a sense of incompleteness lingers, and every moment seems to pull her back into the past.

Lina often finds herself revisiting those moments of stark clarity, instances when a truth crystallized before her eyes. She thinks particularly of the aftermath of Nico’s accident, when the weight of his deception became undeniably apparen…

The search for an apartment, and a postcard arriving far too late, drew attention to the desire Lina held for a future with Nico.

Lina and Nico shared a promise concerning her birthday. Now apart, amidst the laughter and revelry of friends, she finds herself yearning for the fulfillment of that agreement.

Chickenpox settles over Lina, deepening the quiet solitude she already feels. The memory of the journey home from Nico’s father’s funeral returns to her, sharp with the weight of his sorrow.

Lina accepted the fellowship, yet found a hollowness in her joy, a persistent ache for a companion to share it with. Her mind drifted to a costume party, a memory vivid in its detail: Nico, transformed into a comical old man.

Morocco offers Lina a sense of renewal; there, she allows herself to be guided by intuition and desire, drawn to a craftsman who shapes beauty from metal.

Lina journeyed back to her childhood home to visit her father, still grieving his wife, before embarking on her trip to India. Upon her return to Madrid, she found herself contemplating a shift in her carefully laid plans.