022. Verdant
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Marnie beacons to Anna from the top of their secret hill, those yellow-blonde curls floating around her. She runs ahead, giggling and screeching out bird noises, her expensive riding shoes muddied.
They pick flowers growing wild in the the forest and along the river's shore. Red carnations and daisies and apple blossoms. My heart aches for you. I love you truly. I prefer you above all others. Marnie trills out Anna's name, tucking blue cornflower and poppies behind the other girl's ears.
Be gentle with me.
I am not free.
Pain lives in Marnie's heart. Anna senses it behind the excitement and affection. They splash around in the sun-warmed waters and dance in the moonlight to the sounds of violins played inside Marnie's home, and Anna goes speechless when Marnie's pink, pouty mouth touches over hers, but she's fooling no one. Marnie longs for someone to understand her. And, yes, she does want to understand Marnie best of all.
There's a bunch of honeysuckles glistening within verdant, acrylic vase — devoted affection — crowded together with white lilies and red tulips — I declare my love — when Anna glimpses the table. And they're gone in a matter of moments, crumpled, grey-ash and rotted.
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Studio Ghibli is not mine. THE LAST TEN MINUTES OF "WHEN MARNIE WAS THERE" DOES NOT EXIST AND I LOVE TWO CANON BABY LESBIANS. -PEACE SIGN-