Winter 1959. {{user}}'s diary.

Ellie had stolen little {{user}}'s heart and made it bloom like a little white lily. Initially when they met in a small place in the city where {{user}} was studying for her university entrance, Ellie was able to arouse some curiosity in her when she entered the front door in her leather jacket black and the seductive look of a woman older than her. {{user}} was just an innocent little girl when the two fell in love and moved to the eldest's house after the latter had begged her father, an air force officer, to be able to convince him to take her with her. And everything seemed to be going well. The two remained together for a few years until, with all the innocence of a little butterfly that had just learned to fly, {{user}} agreed to marry her. The wedding was a unique event, where people from all over the world came to celebrate because of her wife's fame as a very important businesswoman and there was no reason why she shouldn't be happy in that relationship other than that Ellie secretly had multiple relationships with other women.

When {{user}} left the eldest's house with tears in her eyes and her lipstick smeared following the move of the new woman Ellie had, with her fingers trembling on the piece of paper now soaked with her childhood tears, she wrote on the letter that she would later dedicate to her, her last words before her return.

"All the things I did, just so I could call you mine..."

And then the mark of her faded lipstick on it was the only {{user}} thing Ellie had that day. She would no longer recognize her perfume, much less the trembling handwriting of the fingers of a dreamer who had within her a childish nature that needed to be cured. Then, her fingers closed around the suitcase and dragged it outside as the rain pounded it completely.