Ernest Hemingway – Hills like white elephants

Two hours later, the American and the girl were sitting in the train, waiting for it to
stop. She was visiting Madrid for the first time, but the enthusiasm was not as big
as it was seven cities ago.
Their relationship wasn`t like it used to be. The girl was already 18 years old and
the orphanage no longer worried her, she was free and had a chance to start a new
life .. but not with him.
Five years ago, when he was her step father, she saw in him a similar thing: ``a
chance to escape, to run away``. She felt in love with him and he loved this. After
her mother`s death, the man took her into custody and started a relationship based
on running around the world. They lived for a short period of time in 7 different
cities pretending to be father and daughter until she went bananas and ruined their
coverage EVERYTIME because of her jealousy or the desire to have a ``normal``
relationship.
She thought that this time was going to be different, she was preparing to tell him
to end the relationship because she was sick of all of this, she wanted a normal life
and the man was getting old and sometimes she felt disgusted, but first she needed
to put a few things in place. In the last day of living in Munchen she settled down
with the boy she was secretly dating, to met in Madrid and run away with him.
Their new home was bigger and nicer than all the others. There was far too much
space for the little luggage they had.
``This is our new home. I want you to know that this is a special place for me, and
I would like you to join me on this road that I hope will be a long one. I want a
family with you, I want to feel a home in you.`` the man said. The sparkle in his
eyes was so deep and the girl stopped, failing to create the connection needed at
that moment, and all she managed to say was:
``Yes... of course``
That night was a long and ``happy`` celebration, the man was so happy and ready
to give her everything she needed, but Jig was only thinking about the next they,
and how she should leave faster.
The night passed schlepping, but the next day after the breakfast the man left the
house for some shopping and this was the perfect moment for her to leave. She
packed very fast everything she needed for some days and left. The boy was
waiting for her at the place they established and she was ready to start a new,
different life.
Her life seemed to be out of a dream, she finally got her ``perfect`` relationship,
they did not have to hide and both were so happy. Until he found out about her
pregnancy and he knew there was a single possible father. This ruined everything,
all the love they thought they had and he leaved her alone, and he said:
``I am not responsible of a child of a fucking old man``, then he left.
Her whole world collapsed and her first instinct was to run back to her ``father``
because she did not have anymore a place to stay. She wanted to apologize and go
back to her old and disgusting life.
When she arrived in Madrid at his house, he was not there anymore. She asked the
neighbours about him and found out that the funeral was a couple days ago. He
killed himself.