As soon as I crossed the border of his private space, Coraline made sure that I noticed how the territory was marked. Grand speech of sort how well she knows where his strength is, accidentally sharing details of their intimate life, letting few secrets to slip away and to humiliate my dignity in a way that I should register the fact, I have no place here.
What Coraline didn’t know was that I was here, the day before yesterday, holding the beauty only a promise for togetherness can contain. She didn’t know that this was my last visit, to pay respect and to collect something I forgot before I found out how any castle in the air can be swept away by the slightest change of seasons. I came back to take that part of my heart where I still had a message from Fate about the cherry dreams I was looking for.
I wanted to tell Coraline that it doesn’t matter if the color of her toe nails is a perfect match with the color of her sandals, because the time of the ugly, gray boots will eventually come again and the lilac toe nails will disappear under the cotton wool socks. I wanted to tell her that there is no place on Earth with 365 days of summer, because if there was, I would’ve been there first.
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