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The next day, Coraline woke up with the most gut-wrenching morning sickness she'd ever experienced. She could barely get out of bed, her body protesting every movement.
Her grey cat, Mr. President, who had finally come home after a few days of wandering, curled up next to her, purring softly, his warmth providing a small comfort.
Feeling a bit of solace from her feline friend, Coraline took a deep breath and tried to gather the strength to start her day.
The weight of her secret and the uncertainty of her future pressed down on her, making it hard to focus on anything else. But she knew she couldn't stay in bed all day.
As she slowly sat up, the nausea washed over her again, forcing her to pause and breathe deeply. Mr. President meowed softly, his green eyes watching her with concern.
"Thanks for the support, buddy," she muttered, giving the cat a gentle pat. His fur felt soft and familiar under her fingers, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to relax into the comfort of his presence.
After a few minutes, Coraline managed to swing her legs over the side of the bed and stand up, though her knees felt weak and unsteady.
She made her way to the bathroom, each step feeling like a monumental effort. Splashing cold water on her face, she tried to shake off the lingering sickness.
Her reflection in the mirror showed dark circles under her eyes and a weariness that went beyond physical exhaustion. The pale light filtering through the bathroom window cast a soft glow, highlighting the toll recent events had taken on her.
Despite everything, she knew she had to keep moving forward. She dressed slowly, opting for comfortable clothes that might help ease the queasiness. Today was a new day, and she had to find the strength to face it.
She wrapped herself in a cozy sweater, hoping its warmth would provide some additional comfort. As she stepped out of her room.
Coraline finally mustered the courage to get up and head downstairs. Each step felt like a small victory against the nausea and fatigue that weighed her down. Mr. President trailed behind her, as if sensing her need for companionship.
When she reached the kitchen, the familiar sight of her home provided a brief sense of comfort. She opened the refrigerator, scanning its contents for something that wouldn't upset her already fragile stomach. She settled on some toast and a banana, hoping the simplicity would be easy to handle.
As she nibbled on her breakfast, her mind wandered back to the events of the previous day and the conversation she had with Rafe.
The uncertainty of her situation weighed heavily on her, but she knew she couldn't let it paralyze her. There were decisions to be made and paths to navigate, and she needed to find the strength within herself to face them head-on.
The sound of her phone buzzing snapped her out of her thoughts. She picked it up and saw another message from Alex.
Alex: Hey, Coraline. Just checking in. How are you feeling this morning? If you're up for it, maybe we could grab a coffee later?
Coraline smiled, appreciating his thoughtfulness. She typed out a quick response, agreeing to meet him later in the day.
She picked up her phone and replied to Alex's message.
Coraline: Hey, Alex. I'm feeling a good, thanks for asking. Coffee sounds great. How about we meet at the café by the pier around 12 PM?
A few moments later, her phone buzzed with Alex's response.
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Summer night
Fanfiction[O Children, Nick cave and the bad seeds] "Coraline was the sunlight. What the fuck do you expect from her? Other than beauty, when the sun let the dust in turns into glitters, her soul full of sunshine. Her aura was a warm chaos.,, -JJ Maybank o...
