That night in July

The Witch: Well…I need to tell you something. Silence. The Witch: Lately we have discussed a lot about our feelings. And I need to tell you that I got stuck in my fantasy world a lot. And I have been living scenarios with you. I know that red wine it’s supposed to be enjoyed from time to time. But I think I became addicted to you. The Red Wine: But we had a deal, my dear Witch. The world cannot be conquered if you fall for me. You won’t be able to be as powerful as you are if you let yourself distracted by your own imagination. The Witch: Well you can’t blame me! I mean, you gave me all the signs. I mean, you made sure that we are on a similar level. I remembered our discussions. And you are right. We had a deal. But now I became an alcoholic. What should I do now? Get you out of my system? The Red Wine: Yes, it is an unpleasant situation and I am deeply shaken by your confession. The fact that you have these types of feelings for me, makes me feel so… The Witch: Confused? The Red Wine: Au contraire. I am sorry to cause you such pain..But The Witch: Oh shut up! I dislike being a victim. Enjoy my confession and let’s move on. Back to business, shall we? They took a short break from each other. Both experienced different types of addiction towards each other. The WITCH “forgot” that both of them already have their written stories. The Red Wine is something lovely that is supposed to be tasted on special occasions. If all the occasions are special, then none of them are.