She have been collecting butterflies, there are few in a frame in her house— the dead ones are displayed as a remnant of how beautiful they are and some of the living ones are in a glass jar.
she watch those fluttering wings, she is really fond of its translucency and prism-like butterflies.
There is a different one that makes her fall in love with. She keeps it with her, she wonders if there is any magic to this one special butterfly that she didn't want to end up in frame.
"_I wanted to keep you but not in a selfish way_" she muttered.
She opened the jar and watch the butterfly as it spread its wings gracefully.
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC
She have been collecting butterflies, there are few in a frame in her house— the dead ones are displayed as a remnant of how beautiful they are and some of the living ones are in a glass jar.
she watch those fluttering wings, she is really fond of its translucency and prism-like butterflies.
There is a different one that makes her fall in love with. She keeps it with her, she wonders if there is any magic to this one special butterfly that she didn't want to end up in frame.
"_I wanted to keep you but not in a selfish way_" she muttered.
She opened the jar and watch the butterfly as it spread its wings gracefully.
a beautiful story
