For Your Love. {Damiano David}

Chapter Thirty Six - Coraline.

E ho detto a Coraline che può crescere                     And I told Coraline that she can grow up
Prendere le sue cose e poi partire                               To grab her stuff and then leave.
Ma sente un mostro che la tiene in gabbia           But she feels a monster keeping her in a cage
Che le ricopre la strada di mine                                  Covering her paths of mine
E ho detto a Coraline che può crescere                  And I told Coraline that she can grow up
Prendere le sue cose e poi partire                           To grab her stuff and then leave
Ma Coraline non vuole mangiare no                      But Coraline doesn't want to eat, no          
Sì Coraline vorrebbe sparire                                      Yes, Coraline would like to disappear.

E Coraline piange                                                             And Coraline weeps
Coraline ha l'ansia                                                           Coraline is anxious
Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua Coraline wants the sea but she is afraid of
E forse il mare è dentro di lei                                      And perhaps the sea is inside her                    
E ogni parola è un'ascia                                                 And each word is an axe
Un taglio sulla schiena                                                   A cut on her back
Come una zattera che naviga                                     Like a raft that sails
In un fiume in piena                                                        In a swollen river
E forse il fiume è dentro di lei, di lei.                    And perhaps the river is inside of her, of her.

03:45

*MENTION OF SELF HARM*

Damiano's P.O.V

I stare out numbly through the sitting room window, sipping my champagne bottle as Paolo Nutini plays quietly in the background. Eve had introduced me to him as an artist and I was now in love with his music, I mean what's not to love? The man is half Italian and half Scottish. I bring the cigarette I had in my other hand up to my lips and breathe in the smoke blissfully.

The sound of soft footsteps reaches my ear and I glance up to see Eve walk into the doorway with a bottle of wine in her hand. She sees me through the dark and stops in her place.

"Sorry, I'll sit in the kitchen" She apologizes quickly, turning her back and leaving the room. I wanted to call out to her and tell her she could sit here with me but right now... I was too angry to even be around her. Every time I saw a photo of her from in my room, I wanted to hit the wall all over again. That's why I came downstairs to sit, drink and smoke. 

Eve's P.O.V

I sit at the kitchen counter and smoke my cigarette with another large glass of red in front of me. I wanted to go through there and apologize for my actions and take full responsibility but part of me knew right now... that wasn't really an option. He'd shout and ball his fists, arguments were probably what we wanted to avoid right now. I smoke down to the filter and eventually stub the stick out onto my arm, amusingly watching my skin sizzle slightly.

Stubbing cigarettes out on my arm was something I used to do fairly often and Damiano always got so upset with me when he saw the burns on my skin. I had started out doing it casually when I had no other place to put it out... but then I guess it started to become a habit. I hadn't done it in a while so I guess it was okay, I just didn't know what to do with myself. I surely wasn't sleeping now...